Meng Siqi looked toward He Shan and reached up to massage her forehead with a sigh. A headache, a real headache—she couldn't accept anything from the Wu Family, not even if it was Imperial Green. It's not like Meng Siqi had never seen such things before; it was just that after the family's decline, all the good items had been sold by her opium-addicted elder brother.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen to the point of marrying a man with muddy legs.
Even though he had an impressive military service record and a bit of culture, it couldn't change the fact that he came from a rural background.
Of course, she had never regretted marrying He Shan.
She had fallen in love with this man at first sight, and deep down, she still harbored feelings for him, which is why she still dwelt on his past to this day.