บท 94: Blame It on the Autumn Rain

Immediately, Chen Changsheng's anxiety somewhat lessened, because he saw that waterfall of black hair. It wasn't because it was a woman, but because an assassin would not be so easily found out, much less sleep on another person's bed.

As a few remaining drops of rain lightly pattered against the window, that person turned around in bed, still asleep. He could barely make out that her ears were plugged with the softest silk. Her appearance was still as tender and beautiful as usual, but perhaps because her eyes were closed in deep sleep, she did not give off an arrogant demeanor or aura of cold.

Chen Changsheng was deeply shocked as he stared at the beautiful face. No matter what, he had never imagined that he would see Mo Yu. As the person most trusted by the Divine Empress of the Great Zhou, she should be extremely busy. How had she appeared in his house in the Orthodox Academy and was even sound asleep in his own bed?