He seemed to feel that the rest of his life was now secure and not only did he give up the hardworking days in the fields, he couldn't even be bothered to inquire about the promising crops.
Lying at home all day, he indulged in what he considered his deserved leisure, and this laziness gradually became blatantly obvious, as if a massive rock was pressing down on the atmosphere of the small household.
Lady Zhao, though discontent within, was helpless.
After all, Jiang Xunzhong held control over her fate, leaving her no choice but to silently endure her dissatisfaction.
One day, the unusual silence in the house aroused Lady Zhao's suspicions, and she found herself pacing the yard unconsciously, trying to uncover the reason behind this quiet.
Looking around, the empty courtyard with only Jiang Ziling's incomplete silhouette appeared exceptionally lonely amid the dim light and shadows.
The bedroom door was ajar, which, to Lady Zhao, seemed like the opening of a door of opportunity.