A strand of the sunset light seeped in through the crack between the curtains, its brightness layering the memorials piled on the desk with a sheen of gold. Leaning over the desk to look at something, Jiang Changbai's brows couldn't help but furrow tightly. When she'd been young, she'd assumed that being Emperor would give one the entire world, and it was only now that she felt she'd trapped herself within layer after layer of memorials. Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Song Juguang came to a natural stop behind Jiang Changbai, raising her hand to rub her temples. "How lucky for the common people of the Great Li, to have an Emperor who governs so diligently," Song Juguang said, her tone mingled with laughter, but she didn't reduce the force of her hand. "Flatter," Jiang Changbai accused with a smile, but put her brush down and leaned backwards, falling into Song Juguang's embrace. ...