Time swiftly passed, and the young new wife learned the next day while offering tea to her in-laws that her husband had led the army to fight the southern barbarians.
Her hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled onto her skin, causing a painful burn and a low cry of pain.
Old Mrs. Quentin's face darkened as she sat in her chair but did not scold her, instead waving her hand for her to leave.
Emily Well returned to her room and washed her face with tears every day, worried about her husband's safety in battle, and grew more and more haggard.
On this warm and sunny day, she finally stepped out of her still-red bridal chamber and took a walk in the garden.
The sound of approaching footsteps came from the front, and the casually dressed Emperor appeared, walking alongside old Mr. Quentin.
Emily Well knelt down to pay her respects, her married hair pulled up high, revealing her delicate and vulnerable white neck.
"…"
The Emperor's eyes darkened slightly.
