She wore a light yellow autumn gown, her delicate features like a painting. The soft candlelight in the hall cast a halo around Shen Wei.
Like a harbor, like a homecoming.
Li Yuanjing pulled Shen Wei into his embrace. She gently stroked his back and whispered, "Your Majesty, you've returned."
Li Yuanjing replied, "Mm."
Shen Wei said, "Let's have dinner first."
"Alright."
The weight of state affairs pressed heavily on Li Yuanjing's shoulders, and only when he returned to Yongning Palace, to Shen Wei's side, could he breathe freely. Over the long years, Shen Wei had taken deep root in his heart.
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In Huayang Palace, Tantai Yinxue was consumed with worry, having barely slept for several nights. One by one, the key members of the Tantai family had been stripped of their positions, leaving only the direct lineage temporarily untouched.
A foreboding feeling gnawed at Tantai Yinxue—her family seemed on the brink of ruin.
