He Chuan was lying on a rocking chair in the Library Pavilion. He had tea in one hand and a book in the other, enjoying a short and beautiful day.
Because he was returning to Xiongnu Tribe the next day, he didn't know when he would be able to enjoy himself like this again.
However, tonight would probably be very busy because Empress Changning was sitting at the side, reviewing the memorials. She had to squeeze He Chuan dry in the limited time.
"There is nothing to worry about in this world, but people's hearts are often disturbed!" He Chuan said slowly.
"I didn't expect Husband even to know poetry." Since last night's in-depth exchange, Changning had called him Husband.
He Chuan didn't care about how she addressed him. Whether it was Little Eunuch He, Master, or Husband, they were all just titles. Moreover, they had already done it as husband and wife.