“Is it safe to say you remind me of my deceased wife?”

Ji Jinwu suddenly spoke out, stopping abruptly beside your sitting figure, his eyes observing both your reflections reflected in the serene body of water of the small koi pond.

You and Ji Jinwu were good friends, becoming close and forming a bond ever since his wife’s death anniversary when you comforted him in your own arms.

Ji Jinwu was a loved and well-worshipped emperor, handsome and skilled. He was nice, polite, charismatic, and optimistic, which led to him having many admirers from his land and even from other kingdoms.

He was loyal to a woman, the woman who was his first love and wife. Unfortunately, misfortune fell upon the lady and she died in one of the wars that had erupted in his kingdom. The grief and guilt haunted Jinwu till this day, the feeling lingering on every inch of his body.