In Yun Chi's entire life, Hua Yan was his heart, his blood, his life; he could not do without her, not in life or death.
He thought back to four hundred years ago, Emperor Huaiyu must not have deeply loved Hua Jing. If his love were so deep it reached the marrow of his bones, wishing to swallow her up and hide her within himself, he surely would not have left her alone to face Nine Springs. If it were he, should Hua Yan die, he would accompany her; should he die, he would certainly drag Hua Yan along to join him.
He did not know how others in this world treated matters of love. All he knew about his father the Emperor and his mother, his aunt and the Marquis of Wuwei, the civil and military officials in the court, and the rich merchants and commoners across the land, was that the majority of them had a host of wives and concubines.
His father the Emperor professed deep love for his mother, yet to extend the progeny of the Royal Family, the harem of three thousand was filled.
