Luo Wanzhao had been ill for many years, her body frail and withered.
From Lu Shiyan's perspective, he could see her sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones, as though she were a dying lamp running out of oil.
Having been married for many years, he gently stroked her hair with pity. "Why must you do this to yourself?"
Luo Wanzhao merely cried, "My lord, I was wrong, I promise never to trouble Sister Shen again. As long as I can remain by your side, even if I must lower myself to a concubine's position, I don't mind..."
These days, she had already learned of everything that had happened in Liang Garden, and she knew that her deliberate act of jumping out the window to frame Shen Yinning had long been exposed.
She thought it was because of this that Lu Shiyan wanted to divorce her.
