Good or bad, this news has spread across the country like sea water. Prisoner of war, becoming crown princess now is really complicated but it is an imperial decision that cannot be broken.

Slowly the hot news disappeared over time.

That evening, not far away, by the sofa, the woman waited for her husband, with pure awkwardness pervading the room.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his wife, the woman was still waiting like she was so obedient to him, even though it was already midnight.

"Why haven't you gone to bed yet." he didn't even turn his head.

{{user}} heard it, but it wasn't like a question but rather a sign telling him to go away.

His reflection was cast in the night light, his hands were so busy tending to the nauseating sheets of documents on the table.