Leng Yu Yan nodded.
Before long, the two followed Miao Zhu to a newly arranged room.
The room's windows were wide open, with light gauze hanging and dancing gently, the candle flames flickering gracefully.
Miao Zhu asked with a smile, "Your Highnesses, is the room's arrangement satisfactory?"
Leng Yu Yan looked at the large bed in the room, lowered her eyes, and said, "It's fine, after all, it's just for one night, it doesn't matter."
Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, then waved his hand to let Miao Zhu withdraw.
Miao Zhu sensibly retreated, also closing the bamboo door.
Creak.
Leng Yu Yan was surprised by the crisp sound of bamboo and walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down heavily.
Sure enough, the bed made of bamboo also made a sound.
If they were to do something, the sound would spread out, and everyone—the eunuchs and palace maids who came with them tonight—would hear it.
Was she shameless?
"Your Highness, shall we just stargaze tonight?"
