Princess Pingning kept her head down, not daring to meet his gaze.
The Emperor Yue's gaze fell on the magnolia hairpin on her head, and surprisingly, his first words were not about what had happened to Jiang Shu but, "Where did the hairpin on your head come from?"
Princess Pingning was taken aback.
Her husband had actually foreseen this.
She stretched out her trembling hand to touch the magnolia hairpin, speaking in a tone tinged with sadness, "This was gifted to me by my late sister-in-law. She said she loved it, but could not wear it herself. So, to prevent it from gathering dust, she gifted it to me!"
Princess Pingning braved a glance at Emperor Yue's face.
She observed the surprise, pain, and distant nostalgia all intertwined on his face; the complexity was extreme.
She quickly lowered her gaze, adding, "Actually, when I woke up this morning, I remembered that my sister-in-law's death anniversary is coming soon, so I took out and wore this hairpin in memory of her!"