If Chen Yi was merely a little troubled by Li Huai'gu's wedding, then Chen Yunfan was already cursing up a storm.
Before three in the morning, while Chen Yunfan was sleeping soundly, Chun Ying woke him with a cold, damp towel.
Last night, he'd been unable to refuse the insistent invitations of several colleagues from the Governor's Office and had been forced to accompany them to the Spring Rain Building.
He had indulged in a night of revelry there, only returning home blind drunk around midnight.
Now, he was completely groggy. "What time is it?"
Chun Ying lied without batting an eye. "My lord, it is already three."
Hearing this, Chen Yunfan flopped back down, rolled over, and mumbled, "Still too early for morning roll call. I'm sleeping a bit longer."
Chun Ying's expression was one of helplessness. "My lord, have you forgotten what you promised the Third Place Scholar?"
"Hm?"
