Things went smoother than he had expected, and Cuī Fúlíng became his concubine.

　　However, she never smiled.

　　Most of the time, she appeared calm, gazing at the snow outside the window.

　　Whenever it snowed, Péi Qǐ had a feeling as if the person in front of him would melt away just like the snow, disappearing from his sight.

　　If someone caught him lost in thought, they would subconsciously show a faint smile.

　　Unable to control himself any longer, he embraced her.

　　No, within Dàshèng, she had nowhere else to go.

　　How could she possibly disappear? He was satisfied with this newly appointed concubine because she wouldn't get jealous or angry about where he went.

　　She would quietly stay in her own palace, welcoming him when he came and not causing any trouble when he left.

　　But this satisfaction was only temporary.

　　Especially when he heard the expression of congratulations from the concubine upon his visit, her eyes devoid of any waves.

　　He finally understood.

　　Perhaps Cuī Fúlíng wasn't sensible, or maybe she simply didn't love him.

　　So of course, she didn't care.

　　But why shouldn't Cuī Fúlíng love him? He was the ruler of Dàshèng, showering her with imperial favor, countless treasures.

　　What reasons could she have not to love him? He was angry, and he decided to leave her be for a while, allowing her to reflect and carefully consider who she should please.

　　Little did he know that he would receive news of her miscarriage.