As a villain, he relies on coquettishness to rise to power

That night.

Yumu woke up from his sleep.

After waking up, I felt like my whole brain was exploding.

The room was dark and the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the occasional chirping of cicadas outside.

Yumu sat up from the bed, his eyes a little blank. After a few seconds of pause, his eyes gradually became clear.

She frowned slightly, thinking about why she slept on the bed.

Wasn't she at the banquet in the lobby a second ago? How could she appear here?

Miss Wu is already married?

Yumu's head hurt a little, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his slightly sore temples.

At this time, Yumu heard the light footsteps coming from outside the door.

With sharp eyes, she turned to look out the door.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and then Yu Mu saw the familiar figure of Wu Juan.

She stared for a moment, then looked back expressionlessly.

Wu Juan was holding a wooden tray with a bowl of hangover soup and a bowl of white rice porridge.

As soon as he came in, he saw Yu Mu sitting on the bed under the moonlight. Wu Juan seemed to pause for a moment, and then walked in with a gentle smile.

Wu Juan walked to the table and said, "Sister, you wake up."

Yumu said nothing.

Wu Juan put the wooden tray first, and then lit the candles in the room. Suddenly, the room lit up instantly. The little boy, dressed in white clothes, stood spotlessly beside the table and looked at her with a smile.

"Sister, you just woke up, drink this bowl of hangover soup first, otherwise you will have a headache later."

Wu Juan came over with a bowl of hangover soup and sat beside Yumu's bed.

He handed over the sobering soup and looked up at Yumu with concern.

Yumu pursed his lips and glanced at the bowl of hangover soup. His head still hurt, so Yumu had no choice but to take the bowl of hangover soup.

The temperature is just right, not hot or cold, and Yumu can just drink it in one gulp.

Wu Juan took the empty bowl and wiped the corners of Yumu's mouth with a handkerchief in his other hand. After wiping it, Yumu ducked away, "I'll do it myself."

She looked cold and expressionless, taking the handkerchief from Wu Juan's hand and wiping the corners of her mouth.

Wu Juan didn't say anything, stood up and put the empty bowl aside. Picked up the bowl of white rice porridge and walked over.

He sat by the bed and said, "Sister, I haven't eaten anything in the morning. She slept for another day. Let's drink some rice porridge to fill her stomach. If you need to eat something else, I will let the servants in the house do it."

Yu Mu was really hungry. He took the bowl of white rice porridge from Wu Juan and drank it silently.

After taking a few sips, she paused and asked Wu Juan, "Isn't Miss Wu married yet?"

Hearing this, Wu Juan shook his head: "Not yet."

"When will you get married?"

"Zi Shi."

"What time is it now?"

"Hai Shi."

Yumu paused, "Isn't that soon?"

Wu Juan nodded: "Yes."

Yu Mu drank the rice porridge in several mouthfuls, "Where is Li Jingjing?"

Wu Juan paused, lowered his long eyelashes, and said casually: "Sister, I do care about Miss Li. Miss Li is outside now, preparing to carry the sedan chair with everyone to see the bride off."

"Let's go then." Yu Mu put the bowl in Wu Juan's hand, lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, and got off the bed.

Wu Juan grabbed Yu Mu's hand and said, "Sister, it's not the time yet, so don't worry."

Yumu glanced back at him, moved his eyes down to watch him grab his hand, and lightly broke away.

"I know."

Wu Juan pursed his lips lightly, and his freed hand fell into the snow-white sleeve beside him.

He whispered: "Well, sister, wait for me. Ah Juan and sister will go together."