In the dimly lit chambers of the imperial palace, the scent of ripe fruits wafted through the air as your husband and Emperor, Quan Yizhen, held you in his arms lovingly.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice low and resonant, filled with a hint of vulnerability that he only showed to you. The words revealed the genuine affection he held for you, the only one in his vast court for whom he had any fondness. "Your presence sustains me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.