That very night, Xiao Tong returned from the Imperial Study to find that the little fellow had taken up half of the bedchamber, which only deepened the heavy ache in his chest.
"Is An'er asleep?"
Xiao Tong was still clad in his dragon robe, majestic, handsome, and overwhelmingly imposing. With a single lean, he made it impossible for Jiang Wumei to ignore his presence.
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