She wore a thin, plain gauze robe, and beneath the fabric, her small, rounded shoulders held a hazy, gentle beauty. A Beauty with a troubled heart possessed an extra touch of soul-stirring charm. He unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist, finding the sensation indescribably pleasurable.
'How can anyone look so beautiful when they cry?'
The Emperor, who just moments before was telling Xian'er not to cry, stopped. He suddenly felt it was rather nice to see his beloved concubine crying. Not only was she beautiful, but the way it made his heart clench was a novel experience. In the past, no woman in the harem had ever made him feel this way.
When he lived in the imperial mansion, one married not for beauty, but for the support a wife's family could provide.
Of course, the aristocratic families wouldn't dare send a daughter who was too homely.
