The sun had just set when Yan Zheyun woke up from a long nap. The hazy golden glow on the horizon washed over the gardens just outside the window of his study and as he sat up on the noble consort divan and stretched, a luxurious fur blanket slipped off his shoulders to pool about his waist.
"Has His Majesty returned?" he asked around a silent yawn. It was nearing dinner time. They had an unspoken agreement to take their meals together as much as they could and no matter how busy Liu Yao became, even in complicated situations like the one they were still facing, Liu Yao didn't allow himself to forget to eat with Yan Zheyun.
The blanket soon returned around Yan Zheyun's shoulders as Xiao De promptly bundled him up in it, playing the role of Head Eunuch of Aiyun Palace effortlessly.
"His Majesty's entourage is already on its way over. He sent word ahead so the kitchens have already commenced plating the food for serving."
(1) Your husband thinks you’re cold: a social media turn of phrase that can be used with any manner of naggy family members, like mothers for example: There is a kind of hungry that is ‘your mother thinks you’re hungry’ can be used to describe a mother giving their child food and insisting they eat even after they say they’re too full. Used generally to describe care that is given even after an individual says they don’t need it.
(2) As much hard work as lifting a hand: an idiom that has the same meaning as ‘easy as lifting a finger’.
A/N: Thank you very much for reading and for the lovely gifts, comments, power stones and golden tickets!
The next chapter will be 2 days later as I’m finally fully recovered and will be out with my family for the whole day tomorrow!
Arguably an Even More Irresponsible Mini-Theatre:
YZY: There is a kind of cold that is ‘your husband thinks you’re cold’. >(
LY: There is a kind of hot that is ‘your husband thinks you’re hot’. >)
YZY: …someone is sleeping on the Noble consort divan tonight.