Gu Yifeng was handsome, with a tall and strong build from his martial background, dressed in a white robe that exuded the demeanor of a noble family scion.
Even after so many years of marriage, Mrs. Dong would often be mesmerized by the man before her. Though they treated each other with respect in public, she couldn't suppress her affection for him.
The passage of time had only made the man before her appear more composed and capable.
This was her man, Mrs. Dong thought, the Dingyuan Marquis, looked up to by others.
After listening to her, Gu Yifeng didn't hastily respond. Instead, he gazed at her, and as time ticked by, his brow furrowed. "I mentioned taking Sister Ning out in Shi'an Garden. If you'd like to join, you're welcome to come along."
Mrs. Dong heard the sound of her own heart shattering and forced a smile, "Sister Ning has a delicate constitution, and your care for her is sufficient. I will not further burden you."
