My Grand Princess Consort uniform was looser than I remembered.
The winter air made cold seep into my bones as I stepped out of the main hall, my breaths frosting in the air before me.
Zheng turned around as I walked over to him at the entrance of Ping He Fu, Nian Qu and Qin on either side of me.
"Qingqing," he murmured. I had washed the red headband he had worn through the war personally.
He wore it on his return to the Palace, dressed in his yellow dragon robes. A sword had been sheathed by his hip.
"Your wife greets Your Majesty," I greeted, curtsying low.
Zheng's eyes narrowed. I knew what he was thinking.
It was time to return to a place of decorum and rules once more.
"Please rise, Wife," Zheng said, bending down to help me up.
His lips turned up into a faint smile.
"You have lost weight while I was at war," he said conversationally, putting ourselves into the fake situation we needed to sell to the Empress Dowager in mere hours.
