Li Sangruo had personally seen Feng Yun arrange his clothes for him.
Being tall, he feared she couldn't reach and would lower his head, like a docile big dog, letting her fuss over him.
That image was one Li Sangruo had dreamed of since her girlhood.
Spending day and night with Pei Jue, she sitting by playing the zither and making tea, watching him practice with sword and blade, sweating profusely, then coming over glowing with radiance, lowering his head before her, letting her wipe his sweat, change his clothes, his eyes bright and joyful...
"Prince of Yonghuai."
Li Sangruo slightly lifted her face, her posture graceful, looking at Pei Jue standing in the hall.
Her blood was ablaze, her eyes filled with anticipation.
If she could not be his wife in this lifetime, unable to dress him morning and evening, let this be a consolation.
"This subject will do it himself."
Pei Jue raised his hands, glancing sideways at the envoy delivering the decree.