One glance at the corridor of Qixia Temple made the regent Xiao Jue remember it for three months.
Three months later, an imperial edict was sent to the Zhenguo Palace: Su Wanqing, the legitimate daughter, was granted marriage to the regent, and the marriage was to be completed on a selected date.
Everyone in the capital knew that Su Wanqing was a sick man. He was born with a heart disease and would not survive until twenty.
But Xiao Jue didn't care.
On the wedding night, she vomited blood all over him, and he only said: "Tell the imperial doctor. If they can't get within a cup of tea, let them all go away."
Later, rumors spread all over the capital that the regent had married a sickly and beautiful princess, and he loved her beyond measure. I took the ginseng soup with me in the morning to avoid letting it get cold, but the first thing I did in the morning was to run home, and I had to hug people on my lap when I was reviewing the dumplings.
Someone asked: "My lord, what do you want?"
Xiao Jue lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping person in his arms, and said in a very soft voice: "She coughed back then, which made my heart hurt."
Pampered. Pampered. He raised her like this all his life.
