Time to go home

Recently, Xie Lian was late at work in the Heavenly Capital. Even though more than a year had passed since Jun Wu’s fall, there was a lot to do. Endless petitions from former followers of the heavenly emperor that someone needed to sort out and fulfill, reports for Lingwen… Xie Lian is very tired. And Hua Cheng was worried and worried and worried. Today, his prince seemed to have no intention of returning at all. An hour passed, then another, and dear husband did not return. He contacted him several times through the spiritual network, but the answer was only silence. Then the prince of demons decided to visit the Heavenly Capital himself. He had no problems with this, since no one was going to interfere with the unsurpassed — who would want to? Entering the crown prince’s palace, he found him sleeping behind tall stacks of books and scrolls. Black strands scattered across the table, covering the prince’s beautiful face. The lips were slightly parted, and the right hand rested near an almost empty inkwell, around which sheets of paper with some notes lay in disarray. Hua Cheng quietly, not wanting to wake up his husband, walked to the table and carefully plucked the unfinished report from the prince’s fingers. After reading what was written on the paper, Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief and placed the paper on the edge of the table. And this is the reason that the prince became so exhausted and could not return home? Oh, and these officials will get it from him… Having made his decision, Hua Cheng wrote on the protocol in the best handwriting he could muster: " I love you “. “Your Highness, it’s time for you to go home,” he said, easily lifting the sleeping celestial.