It got colder again in the evening. Zhou Ying leaned against the fire, holding a book, pretending to flip through it, but in reality, her eyes were always on her husband beside her.
She would sneak a smile from time to time.
No matter what the reason for their marriage back then, at least now, they were very much in love, with deep affection.
The skills she learned from her mother in the early years, managing the wives and concubines in the rear courtyard, never got to be used. Instead, because she was the only lady of the house, the servants dared not play tricks, making everything feel so at ease.
Whenever she had some free time, she would ponder about the village shop, discussing money-making ideas with her husband. These past few years have been extremely pleasant.
Last year, her father was also transferred to the Capital City. Her husband told her that she could visit her mother's house anytime she wanted, without having to pick a specific day.
