His Majesty Has Summoned You Again

In the morning, sunlight lazily spilled across the bed. Sheng Yanhuan slowly opened her eyes, a rare clarity in her gaze.

With so much on her mind, she couldn’t sleep at all.

Besides, Qi Mohan had frightened her last night, and she was still shaken.

Hearing a sound, Chunwan went to help her get up. “Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned you again.”

“Hmm?” Sheng Yanhuan frowned. Hadn’t that damned Emperor already...?

“What’s wrong, Your Highness?”

Sheng Yanhuan shook her head. Last night clearly hadn’t been a dream, and Qi Mohan had no reason to lie to her.

Never mind. She’d go see for herself whether he was a man or a ghost.

Yonghe Palace.

Sheng Yanhuan stepped into the palace. A familiar figure sat by the table, looking exactly as he had the night before...