The dragon and phoenix candles burned all night without interruption, the candle tears forming small red piles.
The next day, Wufu, still in a dream, was awakened early by the nannies; Empress Dowager Mo was still in the residence, and she had to offer tea.
Wufu scrambled to get up, flipped over and got out of bed, but her legs went soft, almost falling back onto the bed. She couldn't help but grimace, rubbing her aching waist.
The bridal chamber night was indeed fierce; her waist was about to break.
Heh heh!
Wufu turned around and saw someone full of satisfaction looking at her, snickering. She couldn't help but glare at him, raising her little fist: "Just wait, if this grudge isn't avenged, I... cough! I won't argue with you now, hurry up and get up, we need to pay respects to Royal Mother."
"The King is always ready for the Princess Consort's guidance." Ah Jiu smiled lightly, loving this little look of hers, like a little cat provoked.
