Su Luo poked him: "Come on, you're a sovereign who's squabbling with a little woman over marriage matters, aren't you afraid the ministers will gossip when the time comes?"
"I'm still able to handle these women's matters!" Su Luo yawned, her voice growing lower, "When I can no longer manage, I'll ask for your help!"
"Remember, if you're ever wronged, you must tell me!"
Wei Shu had been speaking for quite a while without a response, and when he looked down, he saw that the woman in his arms was already fast asleep.
Empress Duan Su had passed, and the Noble Consort had been demoted to Consort. There was no one left in the late emperor's harem capable of shouldering the responsibility.
During this period, not only did Su Luo have to kneel in mourning, she was also dealing with the affairs of the Inner Palace, one by one, mostly by herself.
None of it had ever been brought to his attention.
She handled everything so well that he had no worries to distract him.
She was so capable!
