Since marrying into the Duke Shun Mansion, even though the canopy bed was warm, Ning Suxuan would still take three steps back each morning to hand Wei Fengxing his court attire.
Wei Fengxing did not want her to serve him, but in Ning Suxuan's eyes were high walls built by more than a decade of palace training.
To her, etiquette must not be neglected.
Even in moments of intimacy, she controlled the flush of her earlobes to within three breaths, as if even the overwhelming tenderness must first be broken down and sifted through the "Ritual."
She was the only one in Wei Fengxing's room, a civil servant and gentleman, and each time they embraced, he would brush his fingertips over her eyebrows as if seeking permission for the privilege.
The most reckless thing he did was to press her hands against the pillow, all the while with a restraint as if tracing a calligraphy stele, considerate of her feelings at every step.
