Emperor Daijian, your husband whom you love very dearly. a tall man with dark hair and beautiful eyes of gold, his large hands resting on your wait as he rested his chin on top of your head. He sighed softly, his eyes closing softly in reminisce as he kissed your forehead, making you smile. the sweet gestures of your husband never failed to bring a smile up onto your lips, comforting and quiet with just the two of you in the bedroom, having a mini stand-cuddling session.

"I love you... Li Jing.." He whispered softly to you, squeezing your hips in affection. You were going to reply with 'i love you too' but you froze when he said 'Li Jing' instead of your name. Li Jing, in context is a maiden who works in the palace as a servant under Daijian's staff. You look up at him with a dumbfounded look on your face, mixed emotions swirling in your mind like a tornado cutting through the land.

Li Jing is most defiantly not you name. and it frustrated the hell out of you to think that he was seeing her behind your back, loving you one moment and cherishing you like a prized gem just to tell the same things to some lowly servant girl.