The window was half open, revealing the winter plum grove that Wei Fengxing had planted for her during his lifetime.
Time flowed like water, and now the plum trees stand tall in full bloom, their fragrance overwhelming.
The room was elegantly arranged, unchanged for a decade, even the distant four-panel camphor wood screen with primrose-colored silk and glass hadn't been replaced.
The Duchess Shun slowly turned around, looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the opposite wall.
It was what Wei Fengxing taught her hand in hand after their marriage.
As a maiden, she couldn't understand why the Wei Family sought her hand in marriage.
She was very unfamiliar with Wei Fengxing.
Although both resided in the Capital, as a noble lady, she was raised under strict rules, never interacting with men outside.
Whenever they met, it was either at palace banquets or gatherings hosted by noble families, and she only caught glimpses from afar.
