Early the next morning, Mingxiang Courtyard.
"Madam, it's time for breakfast." Qiu Yan looked at Su Yi sitting at the table like a statue, "It's getting late, we'll be leaving soon."
Qiu Yun lowered her head as she served porridge to Su Yi, echoing nervously, "Young Master is just angry for a moment. Madam should go out to avoid it for a while. After two years of peace, Young Master will definitely send someone to bring Madam back."
Listening to the servants' useless consolation, Su Yi only felt more bitterness in her mouth.
She hadn't closed her eyes all night, lying on the bed thinking a lot.
Why she had to compete with the noble Eldest Princess for a man who didn't even love her.
Why she chose a scoundrel over the excellent Lu Pingzhou and got pregnant with a bastard.
