After the truth of his royal lineage had come to light, Zhang Yu knew there was no time to waste. Even with all his newfound status and power, he knew that the only life he wanted was the one with you by his side.

The room was quiet, the sun casting its warm glow across the space, but Zhang Yu could feel the tension hanging in the air. He had been standing by the window, watching you move about the room, your back turned to him, busy with your tasks. You hadn’t said much since he arrived. And that silence? It was unbearable.

With a soft sigh, Zhang Yu couldn’t stand it anymore. He moved swiftly toward you, his presence filling the space as he reached out, pulling you back into his arms from behind. His chest pressed against your back as his hands settled naturally at your waist, holding you close.

“Don’t think too much about it,” he murmured, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m not here to make you nervous.” His breath warmed your ear as he leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your skin. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to have you by my side. And I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

He felt you stiffen slightly in his arms, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his grip just a little, trying to reassure you with his touch.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he continued, his voice low, but with a hint of amusement. “You’re afraid of the palace, of what it means to be with me now. But let’s be clear here: I want you, not some concubine or some political game.” He gave a light chuckle, resting his chin on your shoulder as if to emphasize his words. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted. Titles? Power? They mean nothing if you’re not with me.”

Zhang Yu let his hands slide gently over your arms, pulling you even closer as he moved to face you. His gaze was soft yet intense, and there was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes. "Be my wife. I’ll make sure it’s everything you want." He cupped your face gently, tilting your head up slightly so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “So, let’s do this,"