"Young Master is joking. With my humble willow-like figure, how could I catch your eye? Just not looking down on me is enough," Qiao Yin said helplessly. If it weren't for saving her family, she would never have given herself to the City Lord to become his least significant concubine.
Which woman wishes to do such thing? Who doesn't want to find someone they love and grow old with them?
Yet reality always forces people to bow their heads.
"My Lady, there is no need for self-pity. In my eyes, you shine like a bright pearl. It's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier; otherwise, there would be nothing to do with that City Lord," Tang Feng said.
"Young Master, please speak softly. Be careful, as walls have ears," Qiao Yin covered Tang Feng's mouth with her hand, stopping him from speaking further.
