Free Web NovelChapter 1783: Chapter 1783: Her Kind of Romance 1
Xia Weibao’s lips suddenly curved up. "Your Majesty."
"Mm."
"Tell me, when do you think this Peach Wood Comb will break?"
Lu Hualiang’s gaze flickered lightly. "Never."
Xia Weibao lowered her head and gave a soft smile. "Mm, I believe you."
He had said that as long as his feelings for her remained, this Peach Wood Comb would never rot.
Never rot—this was his promise to her, that his feelings for her would never decay.
With a man this devoted, how could she bear to let him down?
Whether what Long Xuanye said was true or not, it was all in the past.
If it was true, then let her be the heartless one.
She wasn’t a saint; she could not take care of everyone.
As long as she took care of the ones she cared about, that was enough.
Lu Hualiang glanced at the mirror, which reflected her face—clearly smiling, yet obviously lost in thought.
"What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Lu Hualiang pondered for two seconds. "Did Long Xuanye come to see you today?"
Xia Weibao was stunned for a moment. "Mm, I ran into him in the Peach Forest. He asked me why I wanted to kill him."
As for the rest of what he’d said, it was better not to let Lu Hualiang know. freewebnoveℓ.com
He already lacked a sense of security with her; if he learned that Long Xuanye might have an even older entanglement with her—one that dated back to before him—he would probably feel even more uneasy and on edge.
"How did you answer?"
"I said I just couldn’t stand the sight of him, so I wanted to kill him."
As Xia Weibao spoke, she stood up and faced him. "Husband, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. Let’s go for a walk in the Peach Forest." freēwebnovel.com
The night was lovely, the moon bright and the stars sparse. The clear moonlight filtered through the gaps in the Peach Forest and fell upon the man and woman strolling hand in hand, cloaking them in a silvery radiance, more beautiful than the passage of time itself.
The evening breeze blew gently, lightly lifting the hem of Xia Weibao’s white dress and her soft hair.
Revealing that peerlessly beautiful face as if she had stepped out of a painting.
As the soft breeze passed, countless Peach Blossoms danced and fluttered down, a petal occasionally landing on her shoulder.
A Peach Blossom petal fell toward her. Xia Weibao opened her palm, and that petal landed lightly in her hand. With a gentle blow, it spun away on the wind.
Her brows curved, and her smile bloomed like a flower.
Lu Hualiang turned his head and, without realizing it, was utterly entranced.
Xia Weibao turned as well, just in time to crash into his gaze brimming with tenderness. Her pretty face flushed slightly. "What are you looking at?"
"At my wife."
He could no longer remember how long it had been since they last took such a leisurely stroll.
Moments of quiet, unhurried time like this were becoming fewer and fewer.
It seemed as if every day was filled with busyness.
Her calm, gentle Wen Wan–like smile—he hadn’t seen it in a long time either.
Usually, she loved to laugh, but it wasn’t the same as the smile she wore now.
Suddenly, something cleared in his mind: he was a competent husband, but not a competent lover.
It seemed that, while they were together, he had rarely created romance for her.
What woman doesn’t have a heart that once dreamed like a young girl? And he had overlooked that.
Lu Hualiang suddenly drew her into his arms, holding her from behind as he slowly strolled forward.
Xia Weibao rested her head against him, letting half her weight lean on him, savoring this warm and intimate moment.
"My Empress, have you ever regretted marrying me?"
This was something he had always wanted to ask but never dared to.
He feared hearing an answer he could not bear.
Perhaps the night was too intoxicating; the question slipped out all at once.
After he asked it, he felt a bit of regret, afraid that her answer would disappoint him.
Xia Weibao’s slender white hand covered the large one wrapped around her waist.
"A woman will only bear a child for the man she loves."
