The soft, warm scent of a woman was deeply comforting to Di Lingwei.
Although Mu Fuwan’s figure wasn’t quite as explosive as Wang Feifei’s, she possessed her own unique charm, offering a distinctly different kind of pleasure.
“Your Majesty…”
Mu Fuwan was incredibly tense. What did it feel like to be held in the arms of the Sovereign of a Nation?
She could clearly feel the alluring curves of Di Lingwei’s body and smell her pleasant natural fragrance. It was an experience unlike any she had ever had, causing her mind to wander and her senses to blur for a moment.
“Don’t overthink it. Just sleep well.”
Holding Mu Fuwan, Di Lingwei gently patted her head.
Mu Fuwan subconsciously gave a soft “Mm.”
Then Di Lingwei added, “Feifei, hold Zhen while Zhen sleeps.”
“Feifei’s coming.”
Wang Feifei had been lying on the other side, watching all of this with a smile. Upon hearing the command, she immediately reached out from behind and wrapped her arms tightly around Di Lingwei, just as Di Lingwei was holding Mu Fuwan—one arm sliding under Di Lingwei’s neck, the other draped over her, holding on firmly.
However, because Di Lingwei was holding Mu Fuwan, Wang Feifei’s arm, as it reached over, could easily touch Mu Fuwan. She playfully tapped Mu Fuwan’s cheek with her finger.
“Feifei, don’t fidget,” Mu Fuwan whispered.
“What is Feifei doing?” Di Lingwei asked; she hadn’t noticed Wang Feifei’s little antics.
“Ah… it’s nothing,” Mu Fuwan replied, shrinking her head back.
“Hee hee hee…”
Wang Feifei laughed happily and reached out again, poking and pinching Mu Fuwan’s cheek.
Trapped in Di Lingwei’s embrace, Mu Fuwan could offer no resistance and could only helplessly endure it all.
But it wasn’t long before Di Lingwei caught on to Wang Feifei’s sneaky movements.
“Feifei, what are you doing? Hold Zhen properly and stop playing. Go to sleep,” Di Lingwei instructed, though her tone was calm, even laced with a hint of drowsiness.
“Feifei understands.”
With a giggle, Wang Feifei settled down, naturally holding Di Lingwei.
But when holding Di Lingwei, she felt her arm couldn’t rest straight because Mu Fuwan was in the way. So she had to bend her arm to embrace Di Lingwei. However, the result of doing this meant she had to press even closer to Di Lingwei, just to bend her arm comfortably.
After adjusting her pinned arm to embrace Di Lingwei properly, Wang Feifei seemed to sense something. She discreetly shifted her hand slightly upward, letting it rest near Di Lingwei’s collarbone.
Feifei’s figure really is amazing.
At that moment, Di Lingwei couldn’t help but marvel silently. Wang Feifei was hugging her from behind, requiring her to press close—the resulting sensation was self-evident.
Mu Fuwan in her arms, Wang Feifei at her back… the feeling was truly deeply satisfying.
Somehow, Di Lingwei found herself entertaining some unconventional thoughts and ideas.
In the future, I should gain more trustworthy subordinates, right?
And when I get them, I’ll need to raise their Intimacy, won’t I?
For raising Intimacy, sharing a bed is quite reasonable, isn’t it?
Right now, with two people, we can manage one in front and one behind. What happens when there are more people?
Of course, only female subordinates will receive this honor. No men need apply.
Mm… am I thinking too far ahead?
As she mused, Di Lingwei felt drowsiness creeping in.
She closed her eyes, gently inhaled the clean scent of Mu Fuwan’s hair, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
…
Di Lingwei slept incredibly comfortably that night.
When she awoke, she was still enveloped in that warm, fragrant embrace. Both the figure in front and the one behind provided a delightfully soft sensation.
“Mmm…”
Letting out an unconscious, soft hum, Di Lingwei shifted her body.
“Your Majesty, you’re awake.”
Mu Fuwan was the first to react. Carefully moving Di Lingwei’s fair hand off her body, she propped herself up.
“How long has Little Wan been awake?” Di Lingwei yawned, looking at Mu Fuwan with drowsy eyes.
“Not long, not long at all,” Mu Fuwan forced a laugh.
“Is that so? Then why, Zhen wonders, do you have such prominent dark circles under your eyes?” Di Lingwei asked, looking at Mu Fuwan’s face.
Mu Fuwan was speechless.
She couldn’t exactly admit that she’d been so nervous about being held by the Sovereign of a Nation that she hadn’t slept a wink all night, could she?
“Forget it. If you get tired later, just find somewhere to rest,” Di Lingwei said, propping herself up.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Mu Fuwan nodded obediently.
Di Lingwei then glanced at Wang Feifei beside her.
Wang Feifei had grown completely accustomed to sleeping here. Even after Di Lingwei got up, she was still lazing about in bed.
Smack!
Di Lingwei swatted Wang Feifei’s rear. “Time to get up.”
“Mmph…”
Wang Feifei opened her eyes groggily.
Seeing Di Lingwei looking at her, Wang Feifei finally came to her senses. Blinking, she put on an innocent expression and propped herself up.
“Your Majesty is awake. Feifei shall attend to Your Majesty’s dressing and washing right away,” Wang Feifei said sweetly.
“That won’t be necessary. The palace maids do it better than you in that regard.”
“Mmph… Feifei can learn.”
“No need. You are the Commander of the Imperial Guard. If you’re to learn anything, let it be martial arts.”
“Feifei understands.”
Di Lingwei pulled the bell cord by the window. Immediately, Xing Ruolan entered with palace maids in tow—clearly, they had been waiting for this.
Seeing the three people in the bed, Xing Ruolan’s eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly lowered her gaze.
What followed were the usual routines: washing, dressing, and breakfast.
It appeared to be another peaceful day.
But shortly after breakfast, when Xing Ruolan had led the palace maids away with the used dishes, an Imperial Guard entered from outside the bedchamber.
“Your Majesty, the palace maid Xiang He requests an audience. She claims she has an urgent matter to report to Your Majesty,” the Imperial Guard announced.
The palace maid Xiang He?
Di Lingwei thought for a moment, but the name didn’t ring a bell.
“Let her in.”
Having nothing else to do, Di Lingwei granted the request.
She sat in a chair covered with a soft cushion within her bedchamber, wearing a Vermilion Pomegranate Skirt. Behind her stood Wang Feifei and Mu Fuwan, both clad in red-and-white Martial Attire, serving as her guards.
Palace Maid Xiang He entered shortly after.
She was a rather pretty-looking maid, though the palace maids generally had high beauty standards—ugly ones couldn’t serve as maids—so her appearance was quite average among them.
Xiang He wore the standard palace maid attire: a pink long-sleeved top with a matching Mamian Skirt, her hair styled with the typical Double-Loop Hairpin. She bowed respectfully to Di Lingwei.
“You requested an audience with Zhen. What is it? Speak,” Di Lingwei said unhurriedly.
Facing the supreme ruler of the nation, Xiang He felt immense pressure; cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
But Xiang He mustered her courage and said, “This Servant has come today to report someone.”
“Report whom?”
“The Chief Palace Steward, Xing Ruolan.”
