Madam Mu was quiet for a very long time, not answering the White Emperor's questions.
She did not know how to answer.
No matter how harsh and derisive the White Emperor's words were, no matter how much they displeased her, upon careful thought, she truly found it impossible to respond to them.
This fact made her recall all the many facts from the last few years.
Suddenly, she felt like these last few years and all these matters were somewhat absurd.
The distant figure of a lonely sail on the Western Sea… How could she bear to turn and look at her mother country?
But starting from many years ago, she had grown used to thinking about problems in this way, doing things in this way.
It truly had been many years.
She sighed. "You've probably been holding these words for many years."
The White Emperor thought this over, then answered, "It's fine, because you weren't so obvious before, and our daughter was only ten-some years old."
"So that's how it was."
