"You men, how can you understand the thoughts of a woman?" Queen Suya stood up and draped the cloak hanging by the door over her shoulders. "It's been a long time since I last saw Iraq, things must have changed a lot. I will go and see for myself and ask what exactly has happened. Afterwards, we can consider whether or not to prepare a wedding for you."
The Great Emperor watched Queen Suya's receding figure, thinking that marrying such a woman was the greatest fortune of his life.
Jidan watched Queen Suya as she entered from outside. Though it had been decades since they last met, Jidan still retained a clear impression of her. After all, Suya always carried a gentle smile, one that eased the mind and soul.
"Suya? Is it really you?"
Queen Suya stepped forward, grasped Jidan's hands, and sat down together with her.
"It's me, auntie. It's been such a long time."