"Hope so." Xiao Changyi could only say that.
Truth be told, he was really quite worried.
Worried that Gong Juechen has powerful forces, then, even if Su Chengyu wouldn’t kill Gong Juechen, he would, out of fear, find ways to confine Gong Juechen, preventing him from posing any threat to the throne.
His foster father’s dying wish was for the three brothers to unite, but he felt unity was too difficult, so he settled for less—unity wasn’t necessary, but everyone should coexist peacefully.
If they couldn’t even coexist peacefully, how could he face his foster father after his death?
"You should sleep earlier." Unable to sleep herself, An Jing wanted Xiao Changyi to rest. She cheerfully added, "I’ll watch you sleep."
"I’ll keep talking to you."
An Jing shook her head, "There are so many things in the military camp, and you have to worry about . These past two days you surely haven’t slept well, it’s better to sleep early. We’ve got a long life ahead, plenty of ti to talk later, not necessarily tonight."
He hadn’t slept well, and today he was busy again until he returned at her al ti. The moon was already high; honestly, she truly felt sorry for her husband like this.
Seeing how insistent An Jing was, Xiao Changyi finally agreed: "Alright, I’ll sleep." Saying that, he laid down on the bed with An Jing.
Xiao Changyi held An Jing, and An Jing nestled into Xiao Changyi’s embrace, carefully positioning her hands so that Xiao Changyi wouldn’t accidentally touch them, in case her hands were injured.
"Sleep now." Seeing Xiao Changyi just staring at her, not closing his eyes, An Jing gently urged him with a smile.
"Mm." Xiao Changyi softly responded, tenderly kissing beside the wound on An Jing’s forehead, then finally closed his eyes.
The lamp wasn’t turned off, An Jing just nestled in Xiao Changyi’s arms, watching him sleep.
But halfway through the night, An Jing also fell into a sleepy haze.
With An Jing in his arms, Xiao Changyi slept exceptionally peacefully and deeply this night.
An Jing also slept well until morning.
The next day, as soon as Xiao Changyi opened his eyes, he saw An Jing looking at him from his embrace, making his lips curl slightly as he asked, "Didn’t sleep or just woke up?"
"Just woke up a little bit earlier than you."
Xiao Changyi looked down at An Jing’s hands, seeing her hands untouched and unpressed, he felt relieved, then leaned down to exchange a kiss sweeter than honey with An Jing.
Without lingering in bed, after the kiss, Xiao Changyi got up, dressed himself first, then helped An Jing get up, helping her dress.
Subsequently, he let An Jing sit in front of the bronze mirror, helping her comb her hair.
An Jing smiled as she watched Xiao Changyi combing her hair in the mirror, "Husband, I’ve been here for exactly seven years, have we survived the seven-year itch?"
"Seven-year itch?"
"It ans after seven years of marriage, one might feel bored due to the monotony of married life, reaching a period of fatigue, where one faces a crisis test, like you or I falling for soone else during the marriage."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Changyi frowned, sowhat displeased: "No matter how long we’re together, I won’t tire, I’ll only like you." After a pause, "You have to only like too."
The last sentence, Xiao Changyi said with dominance and assertiveness, but An Jing listened with imnse joy, imdiately nodding with a smile: "Mm-hmm, you’ll only like , and I’ll only like you, no matter how long we’re together."
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