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I stared at him blankly.
In the past, he had said the same words.
At that time, he had just ascended the throne and, in order to secure his position, had to rely on the power of the Empress Dowager's family and had no choice but to marry me.
He held me and said, “Sang Yi, I truly feel sorry for you. Once I am firmly seated on the throne, I will make it up to you.”
Now, he had changed his words.
I suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
His gaze towards me was as if he were looking at a stranger.
I looked at him and softly said, “Your Majesty, I did not bully her.”
“I was just teaching her the rules of the palace.”
He frowned at me, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes: “I said, as long as I am here, you cannot bully her.”
“I do not want to repeat myself.”
“Sang Yi, do not let me down.”
After saying this, he turned to leave.
His gaze caught sight of the half-stitched pouch I was working on; he paused his steps and scoffed, “Clumsy as you are, just stop stitching.”
I looked at the pouch hanging from his waist; its pattern was identical to Puyi's.
It turned out he already had a craft he preferred more.
My pouch truly did not need to be stitched anymore.
Awei endured the pain and advised me, “Your Highness, don’t continue stitching.”
“You know how His Majesty is now…”
I interrupted her: “Go apply the medicine, don’t say anymore.”
Awei nodded helplessly and stepped back.
I quietly continued stitching the pouch, one stitch after another.
Even if he no longer needs it, I will still embroider it.
I want to prove to him that I can.
Father and my elder brother sent gifts again.
Among them was a piece of tiger skin, sent by my father.
There was also a set of golden arrow quivers from my brother.
I wrapped myself in the tiger skin, holding the crossbow, laughing heartily.
Awei teased me, "Your Highness, you look less like a noble consort and more like a wild girl who has run out of the deep mountains and forests."
I couldn't help but laugh at her joke.
I laughed so hard that I fell back on the couch, clutching my stomach.
As I laughed, my vision blurred.
I pulled the blanket over me and buried my head in it.
Tears could no longer be held back and surged out uncontrollably.
Awei panicked, "Your Highness, what’s wrong?"
I didn’t speak, only revealing one eye to look at her.
Awei gently patted my back and said softly, "Your Highness, if you miss home, why not invite the lady into the palace to reminisce?"
I remained silent.
Seeing that I was feeling down, Awei changed the subject and pointed at the fox fur, saying, "Your Highness, look at this fox fur; it’s really nice—thick and soft. Why not make a fox coat?"
I wiped away my tears, suppressing my sadness, and joked with her, "The snow in the Northern Frontier is thicker."
"I want to wear a cloak."
"Tell the one making the cloak not to embroider any peacocks or cranes; I want lambs, calves, and grasslands."
"I want to dress like the herders from the Northern Frontier."
Autumn has arrived.
I miss the scenery beyond the Great Wall.
The cloak has been delivered.
Awei, holding the cloak, chattered all the way.
"Your Highness, this Lamb is so cute."
"Look at this grass; it looks just like real."
"You really have an eye for things."
Then, she praised me all the way to the Jade Arch Bridge.
I found her chatter annoying and quickened my pace.
When I looked up, I saw Liangqiu Hongxin.
He gazed at me, a hint of astonishment in his eyes: "Sang Yi, you've lost weight."
He reached out, wanting to grasp my wrist.
I took a step back, avoiding his hand.
He wasn't angry; instead, he stepped forward and forcefully helped me up, tightly gripping my hand and unwilling to let go.
"Sang Yi, I haven't seen you in a long time."
"Are you still mad at me?"
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