When Shen Nanwei woke up, the room was lit with candles.
It was just the afternoon and not yet dark.
But the room was dim and cramped.
Wei Xiaoqi walked over from the screen when she heard the noise, Shen Nanwei asked, "How long did I sleep for?"
"Almost an hour and a half."
Shen Nanwei wasn't really sleepy, just bored.
In the long winters of the Imperial Palace, she often spent half the day asleep and the other half playing with Yan Qingzhui.
Sometimes the concubines would invite her to gather, but she didn't like to go.
The conversations were either water-tight and boring, or just babble, full of unpleasant words.
The longer she slept, the more muddled her mind, she used to think it was winter fatigue, but later Xiaomiao told her it was due to the lack of oxygen in the room.
"Where's Xiaomiao?"
"Making a snowman in the courtyard."
Shen Nanwei's eyes brightened at the answer.