Once people lost the thought that sustained them, they became especially pragmatic. Take this bald strong man: though his heart was surely filled with endless hatred for Meng Zhao, in action he could rival the most loyal of men. The reason was that he had no choice, and he had something to ask for.
Another who had lost her support was the young madam of the Liu Family. A heavily pregnant young woman, alone amid this freezing world of swirling snow, her heart chilled to the bone, hollow as a dead thing.
If not for the child in her womb still needing her care, she would likely have found a place to kill herself by now.
"What is your name?"
Meng Zhao took a few steps and came before the young madam. Seeing her dazed expression and pale pretty face, he had to admit that her looks were truly striking.
She had a typical melon seed face, with a pointed chin but a full forehead, delicate and proper brows and eyes. She was by no means the sort of seductive beauty who looked at people through a haze and moved with coquettish charm; rather, she possessed some of the poise and grandeur of a well-bred young lady from a distinguished family.
No wonder she had been chosen as a wife rather than some concubine. Her appearance alone would easily win the favor of a wealthy household.
Moreover, though she was now heavily pregnant because of her child, her curves still rose in front and swelled behind, giving her a full, ripe figure that added several shades of a married woman's maturity.
Meng Zhao looked at her calmly. Though the woman had initially been terrified and flustered, her heart suddenly settled. His gaze made her shy and afraid, yet she still