The next day before dawn had broken, the Crown Prince honestly sat in the pavilion outside the house, waiting for Yan Wanqing to wake up.
He had no control last night, and she had ended up throwing him out along with the quilt.
With nowhere to go, he could only let down the pavilion's curtains and then spread the bedding on the ground to sleep through the night.
Well then... it wasn't that Xiao Pingfeng was heartless; Yan Wanqing was simply too enchanting.
Whimpering, his wife was too beautiful; was it his fault he couldn't help himself?
Thinking back to last night's images, he felt an urge rising but hurriedly took a deep breath of the cool morning air to suppress his restlessness.
No, no, he had to stay calm.
After all, he was a scholar who had studied the wisdom of the sages; how could he immerse himself in beauty all day?
