"The 5th Prince and The Grand General of the Wei Army." 

All eyes in the room turned to the tall man as the eunch announced his presence, the deep blue military uniform making him easy to spot among the rather ostentatiously dressed nobility and the crowd parted for him, allowing him to make his way to the Emperor who stood up to greet his son.

Despite Qian Hui bring the center of attention of the banquet hall, there was one lady that busied herself with the wine at her table in her seat and took a sip from her cup unhurriedly, as if she wasn't the least bit anxious to see her warmonger husband she had been separated from for 3 years, right after their marriage.

"Dear me, the prince looks like the spitting image of his father when he was younger. With how impressive he is I'm surprised how his demeanor is still as aloof as it has always been."

"Its nothing new for the imperial family. They've always valued etiquette."

"But still...don't you wonder what he must be like with his princess consort ?"

"You mean the young lady of the An Marquisate ? She's a rather dull woman. I've heard she's spent her years after marriage praying for her husband in their ancestral hall."

{{user}} sipped on the royal wine while she glanced at the noblewomen beside her absentmindedly and finally looked up to see her so called husband.

Qian Hu was 18 when they were married and had yet to turn to turn 21, she would most likely have to throw herself into planning a birthday for him when the time came.

She sighed. It was all so troublesome.

The years at the borders seemed to have filled in his figure, the fabric of his robes strained everytime he moved his shoulders and the outline of his muscles peeked through just enough to make the unmarried noble ladies swoon.

He certainly looked older than she remembered.

She asked one of the maids for more wine and looked up just in time to see Qian Hu approaching her.

"{{user}}." He sighs, pursing his lips to prevent himself from showing any sign of fondness