The moment Xie Che woke the next morning, he recalled the contents of his dream from the night before and found it utterly incredible.
He wasn't one to dream often. His days were so packed that he usually fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Yet, last night's dream had been exceptionally vivid. Missing the weight and milky scent of the little one in his arms, he instinctively wanted to shake the person beside his pillow awake to share it with her.
But when he turned his head, Jiang Xian was already looking at him, her bright eyes clear and sparkling.
'That's right,' he thought. 'When Xian'er is with me, she always wakes up first.'
Every time he awoke, the woman beside him had already washed up and dressed, then laid back down in the covers, looking beautiful. She was a dutiful concubine; whenever she was to appear before the Emperor, she had to be flawless.
"You seem so excited, Your Majesty. Did you have a dream?"
