After a cold war, Ye Liuli woke from her dream, only to be horrified to find herself truly sitting on the wedding bed.,The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。