For a country woman, the most important things were being able to work and bear children. Her looks were completely unimportant.
When people could barely fill their stomachs, who would care about a few tiny scars on his wife's body?
Feng Han swept him a cool glance. "You think scars don't matter?"
Every year, among the palace maidens sent to the Imperial Palace for selection, even those with a birthmark would be eliminated, let alone those with scars.
Although his master's expression remained indifferent, Yuan Wu knew he was somewhat angered. He hurriedly knelt. "Master, this subordinate spoke out of turn. Please punish me."
Feng Han withdrew his gaze but did not let him rise. He looked toward the chessboard again.
Only after a moment did he raise a hand, signaling for him to get up.
"Did she accept the things we sent?"
Yuan Wu was more cautious this time than before. "Miss Su only accepted the medicinal herbs. She refused the gifts and the money."
Xiao Liu hurriedly cut in, "Master, that plump girl really didn't accept them. I personally checked just now. Not a single Silver Dollar was missing."
Feng Han shot him a cold sidelong glance.
Xiao Liu quickly covered his mouth.
What exactly had he said wrong? Master had actually glared at him.
Was Master blaming him for interrupting recklessly?
Feng Han seemed to grow somewhat interested. He tossed down the chess piece in his hand and lifted his chin. "Continue."
"This subordinate said that since he had failed to complete the mission, he would definitely be punished after returning. But then..."
At this point, Xiao Wu did not know how to continue.
He really wanted to say that the little girl's heart was so hard that she was nothing like a girl who could have