Prince Rui breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Princess Consort Rui into his arms. "Between husband and wife, there is no need for such talk."
Princess Consort Rui rested her head against his chest, allowing his kisses to land on her forehead. Her eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or attachment.
*Yet, Li Zongye,* she thought, *the one who walked through the corridor holding lotus flowers all those years ago—it was always Zhou Mei'er.*
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