She slept really soundly that night, unlike other nights when she would be startled awake by the slightest noise.
When Qiao Mu opened her eyes, she felt that her spirit was rejuvenated and her breathing steady.
However…
She blinked her eyes and flipped onto her stomach while still being enswathed in a thick, brocade quilt. She was a bit flabbergasted when she saw the thick, bright yellow sheer silk hanging down from the ceiling.
This huge, several-feet wide bed made of agarwood was obviously not the one she had at the Qin Estate!
She raised her hands to feel the bright yellow, silk-weave canopy inlaid with jade beads.
Two white jade pendants with a penetrating luster swayed gently.
Also, this brocade quilt around her?
