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The wife sat on the kang, applying some white cream to her face, apparently just after washing up, with her hair still slightly damp around her forehead and temples.

Dong Huiying rose to greet the visitor. It had been several days, and almost every night someone would visit her quarters. Except for Haoming, the rest stayed a night without the occurrence she feared.

Frankly, she was genuinely relieved.

Perhaps due to the inherent old-world views, she was not as open as the other women of Dayuan. Sometimes, she truly envied those women born and raised in Yuan Territory, their souls branded from birth. In their eyes, everything was justified, whereas she was striving to overturn the ideology she had built over the past twenty years and to reconstruct new beliefs. This process was not easy; there had been a few missteps along the way, fortunately now corrected.

However, consummating the marriage with six men all at once was indeed too abrupt for her.