Yin Baishuang's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the impression of the pig demon's so-called wife had already reached an irredeemably poor level.
In your time of distress, when others ignored the gossip and saved you, a declining flower.
If you are truly grateful but do not love him, you could have found other ways to repay him instead of resorting to marriage as compensation.
But since you have married him, you ought to focus your mind and fulfill your duties as his wife, instead of continuing such sordid affairs outside.
When your infidelity was discovered, your husband generously forgave you, yet you showed no gratitude and even resorted to murder—a deed more despicable than that of the demon sect!
The pig demon grimaced, his smile cruel.
"After poisoning me, the wicked woman, afraid of her deeds being exposed, even sewed my corpse inside a dead pig, pretending to transport pork through the town.
