{EMPEROR ZONG YU'S REIGN OF GREATNESS: The Fourth Year}
Zheng's lips were urgent on mine, his arms wrapping around my waist.
I allowed myself to lean into him, heart pounding in my ears.
Then, he pulled away, groaning to himself as he pressed his head onto my shoulder.
"I missed you," he sighed.
I hugged him tight, whispering the same words back.
My fourth year as Zhao Yi. Zheng's fourth year as Emperor.
We had naively thought that things would get easier as long as we got used to our positions, but we were wrong.
My husband and I met twice to four times a month the past year, busy with our own things that were part of our duties.
I had been plagued by the concubines' un-subtle hints of asking Zheng to go visit them at night; that since I was pregnant with my second, I wasn't going to be able to serve him well in bed.
It was almost as though they had already forgotten what I had warned them about when I had bestowed upon them their crowns.
