By November, the verdancy that had once thrived in the Imperial Garden had vanished. Grass and trees alike had turned yellow, and the once radiant flowers now wilted with each passing day. An autumn breeze swept through, sending dry leaves fluttering down from the trees like celestial maidens scattering petals, quickly covering the ground.
Chun Liu, seeing this, hurried forward, intending to drape the cloak she held in her hands over the Empress's shoulders. Nangong Yi reached out, took the large red Peony flower-patterned cloak from Chun Liu's hands, and personally draped it over Cai Wei. His slender and pale fingers deftly moved, tying a beautiful butterfly knot on the ribbon.
Cai Wei looked up at him, feeling a warmth in her heart, yet playfully teased, "Hmm, not bad. You have the potential to be a good wife and loving mother."
