The Northern Emperor invited senior court officials and the wives of imperial nobles to a palace banquet.
Mu Qingyi sat alone at a table, out of place among the couples and families around her.
She gazed at the performances before her, gradually losing herself in thought.
The moon sank behind the treetops. Even when the banquet ended, her husband, Gu Yeheng, had still not arrived.
She returned to the marquis's residence through the biting wind and saw that the study was already lit.
When she reached the study and pushed open the door, she met Gu Jingxiao's eyes, cold as an icy pool.
“Why haven't you lit a candle in the study again?”
His voice was as stern as ever, and her heart sank a little.
Mu Qingyi slowly walked over to the desk and deftly ground the ink. “I was busy attending the palace banquet today and forgot. It won't happen again.”
It won't happen again...
What is "more" that we pursue in life?