For a reason that he had only joked about since childhood, he married her into the palace.
He is a leisurely prince. Even though he is full of talents, he has suffered from the pain of being unable to speak since he was a child. Watching her warms his heart little by little.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.
She thought she could accompany him and retire to the mountains and forests when the new emperor appeared. However, because of a good deed in her childhood, the descendants of the Murong family were willing to risk their lives so that he could speak from now on.
Everyone should be happy, but she accompanied him little by little into the quagmire of fighting for power.
He questions whether she loves him out of sympathy, and she has no answer.
How could he be the gentle and jade-like young man he was back then?