Their overindulgence the night before meant Chen Wanqing didn't wake until the sun was high in the sky.
When she awoke, the bedding beside her was unsurprisingly cold. Jing was nowhere to be found.
She got dressed, pushing through the soreness in her body, and headed to the side room to find Jing.
Their courtyard had two side rooms. She used one for making her incense, while the other had been tidied up to serve as Zhao Jing's study.
As for De'an, Chen Wanqing had cleaned up the neighboring courtyard for him to live in whenever he returned on his days off.
It was just as Zhao Jing had said. Now that they were married, things got... ahem, quite rowdy at night. It wasn't proper for a young man like De'an to keep living with them.
It would be awkward for everyone if he happened to walk in on them or overhear something. So, it was better to have him move out sooner rather than later.
