...
The next morning.
"Qiuhe, did you sleep poorly last night?"
In the simple courtyard, Lin Yue sat opposite the Seventh Princess on a stone stool, casually swiped a piece of pastry from her, and while eating, he pretended to casually observe his slightly sullen sister.
There was no helping it, compared to her pastry, the dry ration he brought was simply too hard to swallow.
Qiuhe got even more used to calling out, really wanting to become a Prince Consort, huh... The Seventh Princess muttered in her heart, then shook her head and said, "Nothing much, just not used to sleeping after so long."
"Oh..." Lin Yue realized, "That's true, being a mortal is indeed unusual."
Even he, who had only been cultivating for six or seven years, felt somewhat uncomfortable suddenly returning to his mortal days, let alone the Seventh Princess.
No need to sleep, even if one's spirit was poor, one could simply meditate or cultivate.
