Zhao Qingxue smiled and said, "I don't do anything, it's Sister Yuan who works hard."
The room was warm, and the beast gold carbon emitted a slight scent of pine branches, while isolating the autumn chill outside.
No matter how bleak the world outside the window, how the cold wind whistles and the autumn chills, this place remained warm.
Li Xuan gently embraced Zhao Qingxue in his arms.
Once a Little Princess, now a Princess Consort, she sat on his lap, tightened her arms around his waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and softly sighed, "I feel like I'm in a dream."
"What kind of dream?"
"I once thought I would never leave my mother, leave my brother, leave the capital.
But those people and those places seem like dreams now.
Now, it's just you and Xiaojing."
Her voice carried a sigh, like the bleak autumn, the withering leaves.
Li Xuan comforted her, "When we get a chance, we'll visit the capital as a family..."
Zhao Qingxue said, "No need."
Li Xuan asked, "Why?"
