Ms. Doctor Divine

Sword One positioned herself at the door, keeping a vigilant watch over the entrance.

Having stayed by Elder Miss’s side overnight, Sword One had observed her tendency to lift the blanket in her sleep, exposing herself to the cold. Sword One didn’t want Elder Miss to fall ill or be uncomfortable, so she remained on high alert even now, refusing to rest.

Seeing Sword One’s unwavering concern, Fu Bao descended from the roof and approached her with a sense of helplessness. “Sword One, why are you so worried? Our Head is inside with Elder Miss. Don’t you think he can take good care of her? He loves her deeply and will ensure her well-being.”

“…”

“It’s their long-awaited wedding night, and our Head has been eagerly anticipating this moment. You don’t have to worry about Elder Miss. It’s still early, so why not take a break? I’ll wake you up when the time comes,” Fu Bao suggested, understanding the significance of the night when both their Heads could finally be together and have some private time.

He knew that his Head would take excellent care of Elder Miss, perhaps even better than Sword One did. Yet, Sword One’s worry and dedication were admirable.

Sword One acknowledged Fu Bao’s words. She understood that Mr. Head would take exceptional care of Elder Miss, surpassing her own efforts. However, she wasn’t ready to let go of her watchfulness just yet.

“I’ll remain on guard here, in case Elder Miss needs my assistance. This is her first time experiencing such a moment, and I want to ensure she receives the best care,” Sword One said,

Fu Bao had to let her do this.

Sword One had been working for Elder Miss for just one year, and she was even more nervous than Mr. Head.

Elder Miss was such a capable woman.

Fu Bao thought inwardly.

Sword One thought of Elder Miss as she thought of Qing as she saw the moonlight. If only Qing was not that possessed. She would be guarding Elder Miss with Qing together, which was what Elder Miss always looked forward to seeing, wasn’t it?

Inside the palace.

Gu Chaoyan was sitting by the bedside nervously. They had just finished their wedding toast, and Gu Chaoyan, who was not so tolerant with alcohol, was flushing.

They had some time alone before, but Gu Chaoyan had never been this uncomfortable.

It must have been because of this special day, which made her so intense.

Zhou Huaijin removed the red robe and approached her, captivated by the sight before him.

Her raven hair cascaded down naturally, untouched by a comb, framing her face. Without any makeup, her flushed cheeks stood out against her pale skin, illuminated by the gentle flickering candlelight. Nervousness emanated from her as she sat in an uncertain position, her lashes flickering delicately. Despite her usual cold demeanor, she appeared even more endearing in this moment.

Zhou Huaijin pursed his lips.