"Efang."
"I knew you wouldn't oppose."
Ying Zheng held Xia Dong'er tightly, a smile of unprecedented warmth on his face.
In Xianyang, in the Royal Palace.
Regardless of which concubines he faced, Ying Zheng rarely smiled.
To him, those concubines were merely tools to continue the bloodline, to propagate its origins.
They had no chance to gain Ying Zheng's true affection.
In the harem, the concubines desired the Queen's position, the sole wifely position of this era, but Ying Zheng was never moved, for none of them were worthy.
Before him stood Xia Dong'er.
Before him stood Efang.
She was not a concubine of King Ying Zheng of Qin, but once a humiliated hostage in Handan City, a childhood friend and a life-sharing companion of Zhao Zheng, even married through the ceremony in Handan.
Xia Dong'er's status was unmatched by anyone.
"Actually, before I came."
"I really worried it wouldn't be you, worried I might mistake you."
