While the civilians were working to keep themselves warm and alive in the winter, Father and I sat inside, fixing up torn pieces of clothing that the soldiers on guard duty had given us.
It was common practice to have the men sew themselves, but since we had already given out the rations for the day, Father and I decided that we might as well do something useful.
Though the inn was chilly, Father and I sat side-by-side, two candles lighting up the pieces of cloth in our hands.
Since we were kept busy with treating people's wounds and handing out rations in the day, Father and I spoke much through the nights, catching up with our lives and how we had managed to survive the past three years.
Father told me he was relieved to hear that I had found someone I genuinely loved.
Though he didn't say anything, his eyes brightened with approval when I mentioned how Zheng had promised never to open a harem despite being an Emperor.
