Lü Bu, Duke Wen, had rendered illustrious service. There was nothing objectionable about Liu Xie further strengthening their relationship by taking his daughter as a consort; it was perfectly normal.
But she still felt a little sour inside.
"Rest assured, my beloved."
Looking into Zhen Mi's eyes, Liu Xie said solemnly, "I promise you, however many consorts I may have in the future, you will always be the only one I love. With the other consorts, I will merely be playing a part."
These words were not entirely a lie.
Faced with a woman who loved him so sincerely, who was also the Luo Shen of the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Liu Xie saw her through a flattering filter.
Though self-interest was mixed into it, there was genuine affection as well.
"Do you mean that, Your Majesty?"
Zhen Mi stopped sobbing and looked at Liu Xie expectantly.
Liu Xie lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Cupping her face in both hands, he said tenderly, "Of course I do. Of all three thousand streams, I will drink from only one dipper. However many women there are in the world, however many consorts I take, none can match your place in my heart."
This time, the sweet words finally worked.
After hearing them, Zhen Mi visibly grew shy, but she still asked with some worry, "Then... will Your Majesty think me a jealous woman?"
Jealousy was no good reputation for a woman to have.
She was very afraid that Liu Xie would come to dislike her for it.
Especially since she would become Empress in the future.
If the Empress was jealous, she would surely draw criticism from outsiders. How could she manage the Imperial Harem properly and preside over the six palaces?
"How could I?