Assassination

The woman standing by the window had a graceful figure, full, high breasts, a slender, supple waist without a trace of excess flesh, and as she stood there naturally, her plump, firm hips curved into a perfect arc. Any man who glanced at her from behind would feel a primal urge rise from deep within.

She was a little over thirty, her hair pinned up in a bun—the very image of a young married woman in her prime. Though dressed in a simple hairpin and plain skirt, she could not conceal her breathtaking beauty. Any outsider who saw her would immediately recognize that she had deliberately dressed this way as a disguise.

"Rong'er, what are you looking at?" The man who spoke wore a conical hat. He had thick brows, large eyes, broad shoulders, and a straight waist. Around forty years old, with a faint mustache above his lip, he was none other than Xiangyang's renowned hero—Guo Jing.

The woman by the window was naturally the famed beauty Huang Rong. Hearing her husband's question, she instinctively withdrew her gaze and lowered the window as she shook her head. "Nothing. I was just observing Kaifeng's local customs."

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Song Qingshu and Madam Tang in the distance, inwardly snorting. Sure enough, he's a lustful man. Every time I see him, he has a different stunning beauty by his side. It's infuriating!

Huang Rong suddenly shuddered. Why was she angry? Could it be that I...

Absolutely not!

Huang Rong hurriedly kept telling herself that it was because she wanted to marry Fu'er to him and was worried that Fu'er would suffer in the future.

With that thought, Huang Rong's heart finally calmed somewhat. Yet another question still lurked deep within her heart, one she