The old Marquis physically flinched.
Even though he wasn't actually that type of degenerate man—and he loved his wife with a fierce, terrifying devotion—he absolutely did not dare to talk back. He just stared at his porridge in defeat.
Sometimes, the Great Vanguard General of the Empire truly believed he had married a literal, fire-breathing tigress. It stung his pride, but he should have thought about the consequences before falling head over heels for her decades ago.
Now? What could he possibly do? He was already completely sold to this old lady. He certainly wasn't going to pick a fight with her.
'After all... she was the one who controlled all the retirement funds and the coffin money.'
The old Marquis immediately fell right back into character, plastering on a hopelessly charming, apologetic smile.
"Yes, yes, it is entirely my fault, My Lady," he coaxed, leaning in and acting completely whipped. "Please forgive this foolish old man."
