He froze for the space of a blink, then immediately closed his hand around Jiang Shuyue's.
His aged voice choked with emotion. "I knew this would hurt you, so I kept it from you before. I was also worried that your position in your husband's family was unstable and that the people at the Marquis's Residence would look down on you. Now that the Marquis has given his assurance, I can finally rest easy."
"Yue'er, don't worry. Whatever happens in the future, your father and the Jiang Family will always be your staunchest supporters. You need have no reservations about anything you do."
Huahua: [Host, you've hit the jackpot! A full 100 Green Tea Points! A few airy words from that old geezer pack quite a punch!]
There might have been plenty of things she didn't understand, but no one understood veiled barbs better than she did.
Keeping quiet all this time meant the story was true: she was a bastard.
As for her husband's family disdaining her, the Marquisate of Southern Pacification had only married her out of respect for the Jiang Family. If she wasn't their blood, she wouldn't last more than a few days there, and even if she stayed, she wouldn't have a good life.
His talk of assurances and resting easy was just slapping his own face swollen to pass himself off as a fat man of means.
Telling her to have no reservations carried an unspoken message: go ahead and run wild, show your true colors as a peasant girl. When they tire of you, come back. I'm kindhearted enough to spare you a mouthful of food.
He delivered it with streaming tears and heart-wrenching sincerity.
This was simply too entertaining.
Sensing the excitement surging inside her, Huahua asked curiously: [What are you so