"He was truly infatuated, but what about Bai He? They were together for so long without having a child for him?"
Xia Weibao asked cautiously, fearful of the answer she might hear.
She must be sick, to be so hung up over whether a historical figure had ever had a woman.
Guo Junhui smiled and waved his hand, "Ah, that's different. Just because Marshal Yuan adored her doesn't mean they were lovers.
It's strange to say, but Marshal Yuan often gazed at Bai He in a daze, yet he never touched her.
It could just be that she looked similar, but something didn't feel right. So, even though he adored her, he never got close.
These are all things my grandfather said. Who knows what the real history was like.
Anyway, right up to the moment he died, Marshal Yuan was still looking for his wife, dying alone without anyone by his side."
Xia Weibao suddenly stood up, "I need to use the restroom for a moment."
Then she ran.
Guo Junhui watched her fleeing figure, his brows furrowed.
