Wu Jinmai's POV
My husband's reasons are valid. His feelings are valid. I know he was fucking worried—I mean, he was too worried.
I should stop cursing. When they came back, I just got back from strolling in the market as Li Cheng.
I still remember what I heard from those old and foolish officials of the Xia Empire's court. I sighed.
"What's the problem, Jin'er? Are you in pain or something?" he asks.
I shaken my head and simply smiled. "It's nothing. I feel like we've been dealing threats from there and here. I'm just a bit tired, but I'm okay. I promise, A'Zu," I mumbled.
He still looks at me weirdly but chooses to believe my words. We arrived in their household before dusk kissed the sky.
His grandmother was in the garden, knitting. She stood up and bowed down.
As the empress, no matter what age you are, you have to pay your respect. I look at the needle and threads.
