Mrs. E looked at the iron chains, then at her.
Song Lianhe moved a little closer. "Ma'am, does that feel any better? Does it still hurt?"
"Ever since my husband passed away, no one has asked me if I'm okay... or if I'm still in pain..." Mrs. E sat on the floor, her expression blank and her eyes vacant, but large tears streamed down her face.
Watching her, Song Lianhe couldn't help but recall the rumors that E Xianwang was henpecked. No matter how decisive and impartial he was outside, the moment he got home and slightly displeased his wife, he would be thrown out of their room.
The servants in the manor often saw their master in his inner robes, quietly knocking on the door and murmuring a few sweet nothings to coax her.
In Song Lianhe's eyes, that wasn't being henpecked at all. It was clearly a sign that he cared, cherishing his wife like the apple of his eye.
And it was precisely this kind of man, Governor E, who earned Mrs. E's undying devotion in the original story.
