Maternal Aunt Liu vaguely remembered that a few years ago, when Ye Xinyan and her husband were newly married and stood before people, they were so stiff and awkward. Although at that time Miss Ye was adorned with gold and silver, graced with today's countenance, her demeanor was entirely at odds with that of the Imperial Top Scholar of that year.
The young man, once shamed by his wife's infidelity and relegated to a remote small county, not only returned to the capital but also exuded such an impressive aura. This imposing demeanor, together with the elegant air of the woman beside him, was unexpectedly harmonious.
What had she plotted for all these years, for what? How could heaven be so unfair!
Maternal Aunt Liu passed through a moment of trance, her eyes filled with jealousy and resentment as she looked at Jiang Yifan.
