The next morning, while Chen Minrou was still lost in her dreams, her husband had already departed the Capital City.
When she awoke to an empty room, she pursed her lips, her face devoid of expression. She rose as she always did and went to pay her morning respects to her mother-in-law.
She asked to return to her maiden home for a few days.
Her younger sister was meeting with potential suitors, and as the elder sister, she needed to help size them up.
The old matriarch of the Duke Zhao Mansion was not a difficult woman. Though she was displeased that her eldest son kept no mistresses—not even a bed-warming maid—she had never openly given her daughter-in-law a hard time, for the sake of her grandchildren.
Upon hearing this, she waved a magnanimous hand. "Go on, then. Just remember to prepare a generous gift."
Some time ago, the news that Chen Peirou wanted to become her brother-in-law's new wife had spread throughout the Capital City, causing a terrible scandal.
