Capital City, Dingguo Marquis Residence
Princess Nazhen had been married into the Dingguo Marquis Residence for some time now, and everyone in the residence treated this foreign princess with reasonable courtesy.
Though Princess Nazhen was of royal birth, she had come to Western Chu for a marriage alliance. She naturally understood her position, and in their daily lives, she and the heir treated each other with the courtesy of honored guests.
There might not have been much affection between them, but at least they got along tolerably well.
Over the past few days, however, the Heir of Dingguo Marquis could clearly sense that something was weighing on his princess wife's mind.
"Nazhen, since we are husband and wife now, why not tell me what troubles you? Perhaps I can ease your heart."
The Heir of Dingguo Marquis, Wu Liang, was a fine young gentleman, gentle and warm as jade. Dingguo Marquis Wu Kui was still in his prime and personally oversaw all the residence's affairs, great and small. Thus, there was little for Wu Liang to do in his daily life beyond composing poems and matching verses with a few friends, taking spring outings, and admiring the moon.
Since Princess Nazhen had entered the residence, Wu Liang had taken rather more interest in her.
Fortunately, the two were of like mind, and their time together was never too dull.
Hearing Wu Liang's question, Princess Nazhen gave a soft sigh. "My lord, though we are husband and wife, this marriage was only ever a matter of expediency."
As she spoke, Princess Nazhen turned her gaze toward the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
"A person's life is like rootless flower fluff drifting on the wind. Where we finally come to rest is not ours to decide."
"Whether we land on firm