Sun Qingmei silently clenched her sleeves, her nails nearly digging into her palms.
She raised her eyes, her gaze slowly sweeping over the hall filled with vile creatures. Every face was twisted with malice and ugliness.
Her once-beloved husband, Shangguan Xuan, sat loftily on the high master's seat, looking down upon her like a king surveying ants.
Since their marriage, Sun Qingmei had dutifully upheld her role as a virtuous wife, adhering to the teachings of her late father and brother, striving to be a proper mistress of the marquis's household. All she wanted was to avoid conflict, serve her in-laws, raise children, and live a peaceful life.
