She tugged at the corners of her mouth and said softly, "Zhuzhao Country treasures its silk. Among the many nations, it is renowned for its silk brocades, so Jinxiu City must be a remarkable place."
"Indeed, a remarkable place!" Jin Zijin exclaimed.
...
In the first month of the year, the northern sky was bitterly cold. For the Princely Heir who came from Lingnan, the emperor was truly troubled, his heart a jumble of thoughts.
He didn't want to see them, the Yue Family didn't want to see them either, but since Yue Rujing had already arrived, he still summoned him to the palace. Yue Rujing knelt down properly below the dragon desk.
The emperor, although seated, sat at ease, his eyes half-closed like vast stars, his fingers tapping on the edge of the table in an intermittent rhythm. Seeing Yue Rujing's stunning visage, he was reminded of Yue Tingfang's appearance in his youth.
