Shang laughed as he rolled out of bed, hurrying after his wife; to think once he had looked ahead to his marriage and only ever pictured a cool, distant but caringly respectful arrangement, like his father's. He moved a bit faster, catching Mulan around the waist just as they reached the courtyard and lifting her off her- he landed on his back in the grass, his wife kneeling astride his waist and grinning smugly at him.

"I love you." he said warmly, reaching up to cup her face as she pinked.