Li Chen Wasn't Nearly as Despicable as They Imagined! (Please Subscribe and Vote with Monthly Tickets)

Since Wei Lianhan had said as much, and she was an outstanding beauty in the bloom of youth, especially with those watery eyes that set the imagination wandering,

Wei Manying agreed to let her come.

Beside her stood another peerless beauty, Han Fengxian, the wife of Wei Yu, the Wei Family's second young master.

Wei Yu had poured everything he had into marrying Han Fengxian.

Han Fengxian was the only daughter of a powerful swordsman.

He had kept her company and cared for her from childhood, guarding against other suitors as though they were thieves.

At last, he had stood out among hundreds of rivals and won Han Fengxian's favor.

And now, scarcely any time after their wedding, he had to offer her up to bring Li Chen to ruin.

The frustration bottled up inside Wei Yu was no less than Pan Chengwu's.

Han Fengxian was also a fairly traditional woman: marry a rooster, follow the rooster; marry a dog, follow the dog.

Since her husband's position demanded it, and with Wei Manying's brainwashing on top of that, she still tried hard to carry out her task.

She hoped that one day, when the Wei Family's great undertaking to restore their nation succeeded, she would have done right by Wei Yu.

But the more understanding she was, the more miserable Wei Yu felt.

At the Jiang Residence, Li Chen walked straight to the seat of honor, while Jiang Mo obediently sat down beside Jiang Rong.

"Rise." Li Chen casually raised his hand, and only then did the members of the Wei Family dare shakily get to their feet.

Never mind how they constantly called him a "damned emperor" in private.

Once they actually stood before Li Chen, they all gazed at him with utmost reverence and addressed him as "Your