After giving her instructions, she walked out. Xiao Jinfei stared at her departing figure, dazed, feeling that something was off.
Jin Fengzhao returned to her residence and gazed blankly at the white silk placed on the table.
Having lived to this day, she was filled with confusion.
At this point, did she have any reason to exist? Everything at home had been arranged; there was nothing for her to worry about.
Her existence brought difficulty to the Emperor.
The Emperor might feel guilty about how he treated her but still couldn't bring himself to face her. Ultimately, her presence was merely a burden to his conscience as a ruler.
And to Xiao Jinfei, this woman who had suddenly emerged was like an awkward melon growing in the middle of a cabbage field—jarring and out of place.
He loathed her, even hated her, yet due to the Emperor's unclear attitude toward her, he hadn't dared to divorce her.
Her existence also brought difficulty to him.
