The marriage grant ended with a word from the emperor.

Xiahou Mo sat back next to Su Muge. Su Muge lowered her eyes like an obedient daughter-in-law and poured him a cup of hot tea after he sat down.

"Your Majesty, don't feel sorry for such a beautiful woman, right?" Only two people could hear this voice.

Xiahou Mo looked at her white jade-like fingers and held her hand in his palm just as she was about to put down the teapot.

"Why do I feel so sour?"

Su Muge ...