When the spring breeze met the moisture of rain.
A time for celebration.
Princess Fuk Ning lay in Bai Shiyu's arms, gently wiping his sweat as she expressed the longing in her heart.
As they talked, the conversation eventually turned to the matter of marriage.
"Shiyu, when will you propose to Father Emperor?"
Princess Fuk Ning only knew that Bai Shiyu was the legitimate heir of the Bai family, a millennium-old family that could trace its lineage back to the Imperial Clan of Da Qian. Even though it had declined, it was still a match for a princess.
The Imperial Clan of Zhou had humble beginnings, first as farmers then as merchants. Their past was clear and innocent.
After the establishment of the National Dynasty, historians scoured old texts and couldn't find any notable ancestor in their lineage. At best, they were remotely related to some count of Da Qian—a connection hardly worth mentioning.
