Princess An He suddenly arrived, and not only Du Peifang but even Duke Xie felt a chill of dread.
Instinctively, he pushed Du Peifang away.
"Lord, I'm scared..."
Du Peifang, like a boneless parasitic vine, clung to Duke Xie.
Her face was timid, invoking a pitiable sympathy.
Princess An He nearly vomited her dinner from the day before, cursing in her heart: pretentious!
Facing an unfaithful and unrighteous man, she could pose pleasingly—something no noble lady would ever do!
Truly shameless!
Initially, she even thought of marrying such a person off to Ah Zhen.
Fortunately, the plan didn't succeed.
Otherwise, she'd feel disgusted by such a daughter-in-law, and Ah Zhen, a good young man, would be ruined!
The more she looked at Du Peifang, the less she liked her.
Princess An He hated her foolishness, selecting Du Peifang among so many noble ladies.
With both his wife and his young concubine, Duke Xie was in a dilemma.
