After a month of cold war, Li Yuanjing felt utterly uncomfortable, finding everything out of place.
During daytime meals, though the table was laden with delicacies, the flavors seemed off to him.
At night, the bed felt icy cold, as if something were missing, leaving him tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
When he heard amusing gossip about a court official's household, he still wanted to share it with Shen Wei. But now, the gossip remained bottled up inside, gnawing at him unspoken.
Zhang Miaoyu swallowed the last bite of her green tea pastry and feigned concern. "Your Majesty, your health is paramount. Should we summon the imperial physician?"
Li Yuanjing glanced at Shen Wei and replied sternly, "No need. I am perfectly fine."
Shen Wei sipped her tea calmly, offering no reaction, as serene as a jade-carved statue.
Li Yuanjing nearly crushed the book in his grip.
Abruptly, he stood up and declared coldly, "I have memorials to review."
