Dainty fingers strummed the zither, and the lingering melody slowly flowed out...
It seems Lou Ding was quite confident in his daughter's beauty, stroking his beard while smiling complacently, his face slightly flushed with the effects of alcohol, beaming with ruddiness.
Was he ready to become Pei Jue's father-in-law?
No wonder he wished her and Pei Jue "an early birth of a noble child."
Did he know that they had been married for so long without a child, and was he intentionally reminding Pei Jue to once again entertain those crooked thoughts?
Feng Yun smiled faintly, her fingers seemingly touching the zither as she followed along with the tune, as if she were entranced.
In her past and present life, countless people wanted to send their daughters and concubines to Pei Jue, and Lou Ding was neither the first nor would he be the last.
This was something unavoidable.