"My sister-in-law has had a hard life. She lost her family at a young age. I heard she was once a servant. It's really too difficult for a person to live in this world."

Yuwen Zhuo muttered something under his breath.

Jiang Ting opened his eyes, looked at him, and then closed them again.

After seeing off the emperor and his ministers, Yan Jing'an closed the door and went to serve his wife.

Jiang Tian was still sleeping restlessly, her brows slightly furrowed.

After boiling the water, Yan Jing'an looked at his wife with affection, carefully smoothed her brow, and then gently picked her up.

Jiang Tian woke up halfway through washing her. At first, her eyes were a little dazed, but when she saw her husband, she seemed to find her center of gravity and hugged him tightly.

Yan Jing'an felt both gratified and heartbroken as he sensed his wife's dependence on him.

"Did you drink the soup I saved for you?"

Jiang Tian was in the bathtub, and Yan Jing'an was pouring water on her and washing her.

"I drank it, and it tasted extremely delicious."

Yan Jing'an said with a smile behind her.

Jiang Tian turned her head and couldn't help touching his face, looking like she loved him very much.

"Husband, come in, let's wash together."

Yan Jing'an knew that Jiang Tian wasn't thinking anything romantic at the moment; she was just afraid again.

After they got married, neither of them mentioned the prophecy that they would not live to be thirty.

But Jiang Tian would also show vulnerability and worry at night, and even stay awake until dawn.

"good."

Holding him, Jiang Tian nestled in his arms, feeling his warmth, and looked much calmer.

Yan Jing'an stroked his wife's hair, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but he still pretended to be natural and said, "Life and death are all predetermined by fate, and mortals cannot defy it. Even if one day... if you are well, I will be at peace."