Everything was ready, and just as Chu Yuxiao was about to enter, an untimely voice rang out from outside the tent.
"Emperor, haven't you rested yet? Rong Jia saw your light was still on."
The disoriented couple were jolted by the sound.
Su Yan sobered up somewhat, but Chu Yuxiao was so furious that the veins on his forehead throbbed visibly.
Being interrupted like this would test even the most patient person's temper, let alone Chu Yuxiao's.
"Lady Yehua, is there anything you need?" Chu Yuxiao's hand tightly gripped Su Yan's waist, showing no intention of letting go.
His voice was completely different from the one at the banquet.
At the banquet, it was gentle; at this moment, it was cold...
Yehua Rongjia guessed she might have disturbed his rest.
Yet, looking at the brightly lit tent, she really wanted to go in...
She was fond of this man, she wanted to be with him forever, wished to offer her body to him...
