The rain grew heavier.
Yu Tingwan originally planned to take Shen Zhiyi back.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at Wei Zhao, feeling so agitated that she was gnashing her teeth, genuinely in distress.
She couldn't avoid Wei Zhao, this King Yan, quickly enough.
"It's not on the way, why bother taking a long detour? It's better to arrange a carriage for me, or have someone send a message to my home for my mother to send someone to pick me up."
Yu Tingwan agreed.
As they left the elegant chamber, there was still a commotion next door.
An older man was fiercely defending his mistress.
"Your shrew of a wife, show me some face when we're out. Keeping a mistress is no crime. Aren't you embarrassed causing such a scene?"
The wife, with red eyes, pointed at the mistress adorned with gold and silver, "She's just a tramp!"
Upon hearing this, the mistress was indignant.
Unable to keep a man yourself and you blame me? Yet, she dared not speak, covering her face with a handkerchief.
