The new emperor's breath faltered for a beat.
His hand on his lap clenched tightly, maintaining a semblance of calm.
"Why do you think I'm not?"
"Intuition."
Though marriage is a matter decided by parents and through the words of a matchmaker.
Ji Mingzhu felt that even if she had no romantic feelings for her husband, there should be some form of admiration.
From the first glance at the man before her, the response from deep within her was one of resistance.
And the urge to escape.
This was not the state a normal couple should be in.
But then again, some couples were no different from enemies, so perhaps this was the case between herself and the man before her.
Ji Mingzhu suddenly lost some of her confidence.
She glanced at the man.
Could this really be her husband?
The new emperor stared intently at Ji Mingzhu, catching her uncertain expression, and suddenly laughed.
He leaned over to tuck her in.
