The morning after she celebrated his birthday, looking at her in the glorious sunrise, her eyes shining and teeth gleaming, her smile blossoming like a flower, he finally had a revelation.
He liked her!
But he was not good with words, he did not know how to express himself, and he had to follow others' suggestions, though he found those so-called strategies quite disagreeable.
It was because she was unlike ordinary women, she was too independent, too strong—those strategies were useless on her, only sincerity and trust could possibly win her favor.
Old Hai and the others advised him, saying he was of pure lineage, destined to inherit the throne, and that the Emperor would certainly not agree to his marrying her as his sole wife.
But having lived like a walking corpse for so many years, for the first time, he truly fell in love with a woman, how could he possibly give up?