In the Heavenly Worship Hall, the scene of a Princess Consort chatting and laughing with General Jiang while eating pigs' feet and having a shiny oil stain on the corner of her mouth was quite an eye-catching one.
But nobody dared to say anything about it.
In their eyes, the two of them were like a father and daughter. The father had returned from afar and brought back some delicious snacks for his beloved daughter, watching her eat affectionately.
Who could bear to criticize such a scene?
Li Hongyuan saw it through the crowd as well.
He merely held his teacup calmly, sipping it unhurriedly, without any change in his facial expression.
In front of him, Jiang Ning always seemed to be listless, cunning, casual, and calculating.
Only in front of her own family would she reveal her playful and innocent side as a young girl.
In her heart, she never truly considered the Imperial Palace her home.
Nor did she see her husband as a family member.
