It's Not a Man's Fault

"Light and graceful, the grievances in Chen Sanniang's heart are extremely heavy. Can you deal with her?"

"It has to be done."

This matter had no other choice. They could not let her and Xiao Feimo's lives be chaotic, furthermore, she did not like people occupying her body.

With this confidence, the Seventh Law felt slightly more at ease. "Then I'll wait for your good news."

Feng Qingying thought carefully, she had to think of a way.

Seventh Law did not disturb Feng Qingying and quietly left the room.

That night, Feng Qingying sat in front of the copper mirror and as usual, used a peach wood comb to comb her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a blurry figure in her eyes.

"Sanniang, you've been with me for quite some time, so you don't want to talk to me."