She noticed Lu Juan, who stood to the side, his eyes glued to her older sister.
Ji Qingwu asked, "Brother-in-law, what are your thoughts on the serving girls and concubines in your chambers?"
At her words, Lu Juan turned to Ji Qingwu.
Her eyes were bright, the aggressive air from before gone. Her expression had softened, as clear and serene as a crescent moon in the night sky.
'And she was even calling him Brother-in-law so softly again.'
A helpless look flickered in Lu Juan's eyes. 'It seems my playing deaf and dumb earlier wasn't a complete waste.'
'He'd certainly gotten a taste of his fifth sister-in-law's temper today.'
He spoke directly, without a hint of hesitation. "I agree with what Qingwu said. What does it matter if we have no heirs? I have Qingrong, and that is more than enough."
His words were firm and resolute.
The Grand Dowager looked as if she were about to explode. She weakly set down her brush and pounded her chest.
