"I thought you'd spend the night with Miss Su."
In the bridal chamber, Liao Xuan looked at Wang Yan as he entered, her voice carrying a trace of grievance.
She was still wearing her red wedding dress, though most of her gold and silver jewelry had been removed. Only two gold hairpins inlaid with gemstones remained, securing her hair.
"On our wedding day, how could I leave you alone in an empty room? Let alone spend the night with her—I didn't even go see her. I came straight here after speaking with Lord Chen."
Wang Yan took a few strides over and pulled Liao Xuan onto his lap. "Besides, you're my properly wedded first wife, the mistress of the household. She's just a lesser wife—what, is she going to fly to the heavens? No matter when it is, you'll always come first. If we succeed in the future, you'll be even more formidable. Handling concubines will be as easy as lifting a hand."
"You only know how to sweet-talk me." Liao Xuan gave Wang Yan a light smack. "Put me down. Wash your feet, then it's time to rest."
Liao Xuan was not an especially considerate girl, because she simply wasn't the meticulous sort. Though Old Liao was a gambling addict, he had always held to one bottom line: he would never gamble away the precious daughter who depended on him for everything. He had raised her quite well. Even if they often went hungry, she had not suffered too much. After all, Old Liao was a skilled tradesman, and a famously capable one at that. With so much tea in Huizhou, there was never a shortage of work throughout the year.
That was how Liao Xuan had developed such a carefree, boisterous temperament. Otherwise, she would never have dared