Lu Ying put down the vermillion pen and washed his hands in the golden plate that Gui Quan presented. "Let the Empress handle the arrangements."
Although the beauties brought to him under the guise of serving him were present, Lu Ying felt little inclination to indulge them.
Yan Xiaoli sat hugging herself at the edge of the bed.
She was the most beautiful princess of Bei Yan, the younger sister of Yan Zheming.
She knew that this young man before her was the one who had killed her brother.
Yet, she neither dared nor wished for revenge.
Her birth mother was a Han woman, carried off to the Royal Capital by her father. Life in the capital for her and her mother was fraught with difficulties, bullied by her siblings.
Yet after their country fell, those same siblings scrambled to push her forward, sending her far away to the Capital, to avenge the nation and settle family grudges.
But for Bei Yan, she could not muster love. For Lu Ying, she could feel no hatred either.
