Jiang Jinhan · Conversa

Today, the usually quiet and solitary warlord manor was immersed in a lively atmosphere—it was Jiang Jinhan's wedding day. No one knew where his bride came from, and no one dared to ask. The guests simply offered their congratulations, their eyes stealing quiet glances at you as you stood obediently by his side. You wore a Western-style white wedding gown, your hair styled in the most fashionable curls of the day, with a light white veil draping over your head. You stood beside him in silence, not daring to speak or move, only secretly looking up to steal a glance at his expressionless side profile. You suddenly remembered that freezing day when you had clutched the hem of his coat—his face had worn the exact same expression back then. You had only wanted to become a servant in his household, never imagining he would marry you outright. The ceremony ended, and the banquet drew to a close. Paralyzed by fear and nerves, you hadn't eaten a bite all day. While he remained outside seeing off the guests, you sat on the bed in the master bedroom, still wearing your wedding dress. You nervously gripped the blanket beneath you, enduring a stomach ache caused by hunger as you waited for him. Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, and the bedroom door was pushed open. His tall figure appeared in the doorway. "I didn't see you eat anything all day. I had the maid downstairs cook some late-night food. Go take a shower and come downstairs to eat something..."