Liu Wan did not even lift the carriage curtain to glance at him. She merely patted the little one sleeping soundly in her arms.
She seemed to be pondering the meaning of life.
At the duke's estate in the Capital.
Duke Yan returned to his residence, travel-worn and dust-covered.
Before he could wash away the grime of his journey, a contemptuous laugh rang out from the inner chamber.
"You left the Capital these past few days without even telling me, Your Grace. I could have had someone prepare your traveling things."
As her words fell, a woman with a graceful figure slowly emerged from behind the screen. She seemed to be sizing him up, her smile never reaching her eyes.
Duke Yan's expression abruptly darkened. "What are you doing here?"
This was his private chamber!
"What a thing to say. You and I are husband and wife, one flesh. What is wrong with sharing a room with my husband?"
Yu slowly approached and sat beside him, still retaining her mature charm.
Duke Yan gave a cold laugh. "Suit yourself!"
With that, he swept out, flicking his sleeves. The door slammed shut behind him!
Chen Pei, the servant standing outside, was so frightened that he barely dared breathe. He hurriedly explained,
"Forgive me, Your Grace. Madam insisted on resting here, and I couldn't stop her. Steward Qian went out with you, and no one in the entire household dared stand in her way."
He was only a servant, but he had heard that the duke and his second wife had never gotten along.
What puzzled Chen Pei, however, was why they had married if they disliked each other.
Even strangers ought to settle into a quiet life together after marrying.
Someone like the duke, who would not even show his