Lord Yang was finished.
He was really dead.
Previously, he was very proud of himself for being able to teach his wife.
He even asked Mrs. Zheng to massage his shoulders and legs. He even asked her to kneel in the ancestral hall and not come out without his permission.
This time…
He came out of the palace.
Lord Yang's heart turned cold.
"Where's Madam?" Lord Yang got off the carriage and shrunk his neck. It was really cold in the heavy snow.
The gatekeeper glanced at Daren and bowed. ""Furen sent someone to the palace to inquire about the news. Ask if Milord is really following the imperial edict to teach his wife."
Lord Yang's hair stood on end.
"When did you go? Who went?" Lord Yang's eyes almost popped out, hoping that the servants he sent over would not be able to enter the palace gates.
