Song Yuehua is the reigning Empress of the Mo Kingdom. Originally, she shouldn't have been the Empress, but unfortunately, the former Crown Prince's fiancée ran away with the prince, so the title of future Empress ultimately fell to her.

Her upbringing instilled in her the values ​​of being knowledgeable, reasonable, generous, and dutiful as a woman.

Everyone was very satisfied with her as empress. A year after marrying the Yellow Emperor, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, instantly giving the emperor both a son and a daughter.

The Empress Dowager and the Emperor Emeritus praised her highly. The Emperor also seemed to care a lot about her and her child.

only…

Song Yuehua noticed that her husband often sat alone in the pavilion, drinking. Seeing that he was preoccupied with his troubled thoughts and troubled by love, Song Yuehua did not take the initiative to approach him.

She didn't ask Mo Yi why he was upset, nor did she dare to.

No one knew that she had liked him for many years. But to Mo Yi, she was perhaps just a noblewoman he had met by chance. If Wan Ge hadn't run off with Mo Yan, they probably would never have crossed paths again in this life.

So she didn't dare ask, because she was certain that Mo Yi was troubled by Wan Ge. After all, they had been childhood sweethearts for many years; Mo Yi must like her, right?

But just two months before their wedding, that unexpected accident happened.

…

It was another moonlit night, with dappled shadows of bamboo and the pure white moon reflected on the dark lake.

Song Yuehua then saw Mo Yi drinking alone inside. After watching him for a while, she turned around and instructed the palace maid beside her to get Mo Yi a cloak, as it was chilly at night and he shouldn't catch a cold.

The palace maid answered yes, then went to fetch the emperor's cloak and handed it to the eunuch beside the emperor.

The moment Song Yuehua returned to her bedroom, she didn't notice that Mo Yi's gaze had fallen on her.

Mo Yi clenched his fist, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground.

…

As soon as Song Yuehua returned to her palace, she was suddenly embraced by someone. Mo Yi smelled of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Mo Yi pinned the man against the door: "Why are you always like this? Why don't you care about me at all? I am your husband, why are you always so cold to me?"

"What?" Song Yuehua was completely dumbfounded by the sudden accusation.

Mo Yi directly sealed Song Yuehua's lips with his, until Song Yuehua could barely breathe, before Mo Yi finally released her: "You didn't care when I was drinking alone, you didn't care when they urged me to choose a concubine, and you didn't comfort me when I said I was unhappy. What's wrong with me? Why can't you love me?"

“I didn’t…” Song Yuehua didn’t understand why he thought that.

She didn't go to him because she was worried about disturbing him while he was drinking alone. The court was urging him to choose a concubine, which was for the sake of the royal family's continuation, and as Empress, she should understand. As for his saying he was unhappy, Song Yuehua didn't know why he was unhappy, nor did she know how to comfort him.

"You still say no? There are plenty of women who try every means to get close to me, but what about you? You always hide from me when you see me." Mo Yi grabbed the other person's chin, forcing him to look at him.

Song Yuehua genuinely didn't know that Mo Yi was thinking this way, and when she met his eyes, the deep affection in her own eyes was revealed.

Song Yuehua avoided eye contact with him, afraid that he would find out she didn't like him and that it would bother him. Unexpectedly, he misunderstood and thought she didn't like him: "I love Your Majesty, I've loved you for a very, very long time."

"Really?"

"Really, I'm just afraid you won't like me."

Mo Yi hugged her tightly: "You are my wife, of course I only love you."