Bedchamber Pleasures, Unyielding at Heart

"Very well."

"Then let us go inside and discuss this in detail."

After a brief thought, Wei Tu nodded in agreement.

His relationship with Fu Linglong was, after all, far from ordinary. Since she was now willing to lower her head, he had to give her a way out as well.

The two immediately entered a side hall nearby, leaving Fu Dalu waiting at the entrance.

Yet when they were truly alone, Wei Tu discovered that Fu Linglong instead seemed somewhat unable to let go.

Her hands twisted the hem of her dress, her pretty face lightly flushed, looking as though she did not know how to begin speaking.

Wei Tu understood this somewhat.

His union with Fu Linglong had been purely a coincidence of fate; there was no emotional foundation between them.

Moreover, before this, there had been the matter of him using Fu Dalu's life to force Fu Linglong into submission.

Thus, although Fu Linglong appeared neither servile nor overbearing before him, unafraid even of death, that had been before Venerable Wei... before the man beside her pillow, this woman had not a shred of confidence in her heart.

However—

Though he understood this reasoning, Wei Tu had no intention of compromising himself to accommodate Fu Linglong.

Back then, he had endured this woman's "mockery" and had not struck her down with a blade. That had already been out of consideration for the bond of that day as husband and wife.

Besides, Fu Linglong herself had just proposed that he enter the inner chamber to punish her. He had given her one step down; he could not possibly give her a second.

He would not indulge her.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

In the end, Fu Linglong was the first to face reality again. She knew that