Days flashed by, and soon it was December 12th. The astute matriarchs of various households instructed their daughters to keep their eyes peeled and not to dwell on vulgar tricks. Instead, they should focus their attention on the worthy sons of their own class. If they could form a good marital match, it would not be so bad. After all, being the young mistress of a noble house, the future matriarch, the future ruler of a family's power, was far better than scraping by under the watchful eyes of others. Moreover, the Empress was no pushover. During the Emperor's military campaigns, the Empress took over the governance and had two noble families purged without hesitation, showing her cunning nature.
Before dawn even broke, Feng Xuxu opened her eyes, twisting her head slightly to gaze at her husband lying naked beside her, still deep in slumber, and she gently stroked the rugged lines of his face with her hand.
