Jiang Lingxi opened her eyes and knew that she had slept for quite some time without even checking the time.
The light inside the tent had dimmed, twilight had arrived.
As she unzipped her sleeping bag, the noise made the person in the neighboring sleeping bag shift, and the breathing rhythm beside her changed slightly.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, I was just about to wake up."
Jiang Lingxi lay on her side and scooted over on the foam mat until she was next to Shen Yunqing's sleeping bag.
Propping her head with one hand, she quietly admired the way he slowly awoke with slightly bleary eyes.
When Shen Yunqing's vision cleared, it met a pair of smiling eyes, causing him to catch his breath.
He instinctively spoke, "Your Majesty..."
Hearing this address, Jiang Lingxi withdrew her smile and sat cross-legged. "Does Prime Minister Shen have something to say to me?"
Shen Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, and he took a deep breath before silently sitting up.