"You tell me not to mind those trivial details, that she doesn't affect me,"
She sneered, looking him up and down, "How can't it affect me? In my eyes, she's the woman you hold to sleep."
Her gaze was mocking, and Lu Ziyuan's expression turned unpleasant, "I didn't..."
Xie Wanqing ignored him, continuing, "Do you know how torn I feel every time you come to Shaoguang Courtyard and drag me to bed?"
"I tried to tell myself that very few men in this world don't take concubines, that having concubines is something you should have. I shouldn't be so petty and calculative; I should learn to be generous, to be a virtuous and dignified Marchioness."
Her tone was calm, yet every word was precious, sinking Lu Ziyuan's heart to the bottom. He stepped forward, wanting to stop her from continuing, but Xie Wanqing's voice had already sounded in his ear.
