The Governor's wife and the Duchess Wei spoke with each other intimately. As for how much was sincere and how much was pretense, that was beyond discernment.
Wei Xiheng felt nothing but extreme satisfaction towards the ever so composed Yan Mi.
He only hated that his face could not be healed.
How could he endure a lifetime behind a mask, when even looking in the mirror disgusted him!
A bunch of quacks!
Because of this, his temper grew worse day by day, and his anger found no outlet, resulting in the frequent beating and scolding of the servants around him.
Yan Mi's eyebrows knitted slightly. Without looking at Wei Xiheng, she instead turned her head slightly to gaze at Shen Hua who was looking at her from not far away.
Shen Hua stood there tenderly and gently. When their eyes met, the girl tilted her head slightly and a shallow smile appeared.
Her look back at Yan Mi was somewhat complicated.
Did Yan Mi fancy the true Xie Xun, or Shen Zhi?
