Every night, Yue Linglong would stand before the Red King Mansion.
No matter how heavily it snowed, she would arrive without fail.
'It's already come to this...'
Second Lady thought to herself that this was a marriage decreed by the Emperor, a political union that could not be refused. Whether Yue Linglong ended up as a wife or a concubine, she was, in the end, one of the Zheng Family. If she were to freeze, Zheng Xiu would be the one to suffer the loss. Thus, Second Lady repeatedly invited Yue Linglong into the Red King Mansion.
At first, Yue Linglong refused, saying politely that she would just wait at the entrance. The Red King had not yet forgiven her.
When Second Lady brought the matter up,
Zheng Xiu just gave a faint smile. "A fine display of feigning retreat to advance."
Second Lady started twisting Zheng Xiu's ear again. "She just turned sixteen this year! When her father died, the poor girl hadn't even been born."
"So what?"
"You!"
