Xie Xian went home to carry his wife.
It had been six days since he last saw his wife. He missed her so much that he couldn't even let go of her.
After the mourning period, Xiao Baoxin also changed out of his plain clothes. He painted his eyebrows and temples, and wore a brocade jade dress. He instantly became gorgeous. It was also different from the sharp edge she had in the past. After all, she had given birth to a few children. Her entire body seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, and she was much more charming.
They had been married for five years, but she still felt like it was her first time hugging him.
I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you for long.
"You didn't eat or speak when you came back. What grievances did you suffer in the palace? No, you're not someone who's wronged. You can only let others suffer."
Although Xiao Baoxin's heart ached for her husband, she still had this bit of confidence.