Xin Lan's figure dissipated into the night, and A Rou closed the door and inserted the latch.

"My son, where do I live?"

"You can sleep in the East Wing, which has been cleaned before. Take out the quilt from the closet and you can sleep."

"Thank you, son, do you need me to serve you tomorrow?"

"No need."

A Rou nodded and went back to the room silently.

Before falling asleep in a daze, I wondered if the lady would blame her for telling her about her being persecuted. That should be the last thing the lady wanted to let the emperor know.

If it's her fault, it's okay to scold her in a dream.

She woke up in a trance, rubbing her forehead, she was an unrelated person in her dream last night, but she never dreamed of her lady.

It was already light outside, and when she opened the door to go out, she heard the son reading.

"I'm overwhelmed by illness, but I can only dream of idlers but not of princes."

She has never been ill, so why is she dreaming of idlers.