Jiang huaijin was escorted out of the hall of salvation by two elderly women.
Other than Madam Zheng and a few other high-ranking matriarchs, the rest of the people wanted to have a chat.
Jiang huaijin raised his eyes high and looked straight through the crowd, completely ignoring the woman in the crowd who he wanted to befriend.
It was only after Jiang huaiye had left the doors of the hall of salvation that some noise could be heard from within.
"City Lord's wife, where did this noble person come from? Her eyes are almost as big as the sky. Those who don't know would think that the noble person is her. "
"That's right, I heard that she's just a girl who hasn't even reached marriageable age. She's just a maid, yet she's so arrogant?"
"We haven't even climbed onto the bed yet. It'll be terrible if we do." The women were not happy.
