My wife, Wei Gui, was 1.9 meters tall and fought against the Tang dynasty for the throne.

The first snow of winter has fallen.

The bluestone pavement of Luoyang was covered with a thin layer of white, making a rustling sound when stepped on.

Wearing a pale yellow jacket and a white fox fur coat, accompanied by a maid, Wei Nizi walked into the Li residence through the snow.

She saw Wei Gui sitting on the veranda from afar, with a charcoal brazier burning in front of him and an embroidery hoop in his hand, his head bowed as he embroidered.

"Sister!" She quickly stepped forward, her eyes crinkling with joy.

Wei Gui looked up, put down the embroidery frame, stood up and took her hand, gently rubbing her slightly reddened cheeks with his fingertips: "Why did you come over at this time? It's so cold."

"My mother asked me to come and stay with my elder sister for a few days, saying that she was lonely all by herself." Wei Nizi smiled with her face upturned, her breath dispersing in the cold air.

She moved closer to Wei Gui and lowered her voice, "Sister, I heard there's a girl next door who's about my age. Can I go and meet her?"

Wei Gui was slightly taken aback, then smiled: "You're quite well-informed. Let's go."

She took Wei Nizi's hand, passed through the side gate, and walked towards the neighboring Changsun family's residence.

The snow is still falling, fine and dense, like someone tearing cotton from the sky.

In the neighboring courtyard, Empress Changsun sat on a stone bench, staring blankly at the plum blossom in the snow.

She was wearing a pink jacket given to her by Wei Gui, with a white velvet trim around the collar, which made her face look fair and rosy.

Snowflakes fell on her hair and shoulders, but she didn't brush them off. She just quietly watched the plum blossoms bent under the weight of the snow.

"Wu Gou," Wei Gui called softly.

Empress Changsun turned around and saw Wei Gui leading a little girl in. Her eyes shrank slightly.

She stood up and curtsied respectfully: "Young Madam."

Wei Gui pulled Wei Nizi closer and said gently, "This is my cousin, Wei Nizi, a year younger than you. From now on, you two can play together and study together, okay?"

Before Changsun Wugou could answer, Wei Nizi stepped forward.

She took a piece of candy from her sleeve, handed it to Empress Changsun, and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Sister Wugou, my name is Wei Nizi, let's be friends."

Empress Zhangsun looked at the candy in her hand, then at her pure smile, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take it.

The candy was wrapped in colored paper, which shimmered with tiny sparkles in the snow.

"Okay," she whispered.

Wei Nizi immediately grabbed her hand and walked towards the plum tree: "Sister Wugou, these plum blossoms are so beautiful! Look at that branch, bent over by the snow, doesn't it look like it's bowing?"

Empress Changsun was pulled along, her steps faltering slightly, but a faint smile gradually appeared on her lips: "It's like...like bowing."

"Yes, yes, bow! Just like Li Huairun did when he met my elder sister!" Wei Nizi chuckled.

Empress Zhangsun smiled too, her voice as soft as snowflakes falling, her fingertips gently gripping Wei Nizi's hand—

This was the first time since her family fell on hard times that someone had treated her so purely, like a ray of warm light in the snow.

The two stood side by side under the plum tree, snowflakes falling on their hair and shoulders.

One had lively eyes and chattered incessantly; the other was gentle and quiet, occasionally responding softly.

Standing at the door, Gao watched this scene with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

Wei Gui stood to the side, a gentle smile on his lips, snowflakes falling on his shoulders, a warm feeling spreading through him.

As dusk deepened, the snow fell even more heavily.

A small blue sedan chair slowly came to a stop in front of the Li residence.

There was no music, no ceremonial procession, only two maids accompanying them, their demeanor was almost plain.

The sedan curtain was lifted, and Yuwen Yue stepped out.

She wore a light purple embroidered skirt, covered with a white fox fur coat, and adorned with a jade hairpin. Her face was beautiful and her expression was serene.

Snowflakes landed on her shoulders and the top of her hair. She glanced up slightly at the plaque above the Li residence's gate, then lowered her eyes and followed the steward inside.

As she passed the main courtyard, she stopped and bowed in the direction of the main hall.

His movements were dignified and meticulous.

Wei Gui sat in the main hall and saw the pale purple figure bowing to him through the window screen.

She did not go out, but only had a maid bring her a set of well-fitting clothes and a message: "Madam Yuwen has had a long journey. Please settle in for now, and we will formally pay our respects tomorrow."

The maidservant obeyed and left.

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yue remained expressionless and simply said, "Thank you, Madam," before following the steward to the east wing.

As night fell, the snow gradually stopped.

Li Ju, dressed in casual clothes, walked alone towards the east wing.

The lanterns under the eaves cast a dim yellow light in the snowy night, stretching his shadow long.

The window paper of the east wing was illuminated by warm yellow candlelight.

He pushed open the door and entered, a warm scent wafted towards him, mixed with a faint sandalwood fragrance.

Yuwen Yue was already waiting inside the house.

She changed into a simple nightgown, made of moon-white silk, with a semi-transparent gauze over it.

Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her skin appear even whiter.

The candlelight flickered behind her, outlining her figure in a soft, graceful silhouette.

Upon seeing Li Ju enter, she rose, curtsied, and said in a soft yet steady voice, "Greetings, my lord."

Li Ju helped her up. His fingers touched her wrist; her skin was delicate and smooth, slightly cool.

She was tall and elegant, with sculpted shoulders and a slender waist.

The nightgown was made of thin, soft material that clung to the body, subtly outlining the curves beneath.

Her breasts were full, her waist was slender, and her hips were rounded; every part of her was just right.

"From now on, we will all be in the same prefecture, each fulfilling our duties, and living peacefully," he said.

Yuwen Yue nodded without saying anything more.

She walked to the table, picked up the nuptial wine, and turned to hand it to him.

Two bronze wine cups, tied with red ropes, gleamed with an antique luster in the candlelight.

The two men each held one cup, each drank half a cup, then exchanged cups and drank the rest.

The liquor went down my throat with a slight spiciness, followed by a surge of warmth that burned from my throat all the way to my chest.

Yuwen Yue put down her wine cup, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, whether from the wine or something else, it was unclear.

The charcoal fire inside the house was burning brightly, casting a warm glow on the faces of the two people.

She had already walked up to him, close enough to smell her scent—not makeup, but a clean, warm body fragrance, like a cotton quilt that had been sun-dried in winter, giving him a sense of inexplicable peace.

She looked up at him. The candlelight illuminated her face, highlighting her beautiful features and captivating eyes.

Li Ju reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, and felt slightly warm under his fingertips.

Yuwen Yue lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

At first, it was very light, like snow falling on a branch, tentatively touching. Her lips were soft and slightly cool, with a faint scent of wine.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his strong waist, her tongue slightly protruding as she responded to his touch.

Gradually, the kisses became more lingering.

His hand slid from her cheek to the side of her neck, his fingertips caressing that delicate skin.

Her breathing quickened, and she leaned back slightly, which he then pulled around her waist.

The fabric of her nightgown was as thin as a cicada's wing; through the fabric, one could feel the softness and warmth of her waist.

Her waist was slender, so small it could be grasped in one hand, and above it, her full curves pressed against his chest, as soft as a cloud.