In the fifth year of my engagement to Yan Qiu, he inherited everything from his late imperial brother.
The throne, the country... and his wife, Wen Wan.
After marrying Wen Wan, he returned to my palace and held me in his arms, gently comforting me.
"An'er, once Wan'er gives birth to the legitimate eldest son, we'll get married!"
Having Wen Wan bear the legitimate eldest son was the Liang royal family's sole requirement for his succession to the throne.
After moving from the prince's manor to the imperial palace, he began visiting Wen Wan's chambers more and more often.
At first, he went once every seven days. Now, he went once a day.
Three months later, news of Wen Wan's pregnancy spread throughout the capital.
The news that she had been made empress spread alongside it.
"Mother, is there a celebration at the palace?"
I looked at the red silk and celebratory characters filling the hall, then pulled my son into my arms.
"Yes. Your father is going to marry the empress, so it's time for us to return to the grasslands."
