In the flower hall of the Duke's Mansion, Mrs. Jiang, the wife of General Zhengxi, was sitting on a chair and chatting with Mrs. Cui over tea, but her eyes kept wandering to the door from time to time, obviously absent-minded.
Hearing footsteps coming from outside the door, she immediately turned to look.
She saw a simple and elegant woman wearing a light blue skirt, walking into the hall with neat steps. Although she was not as graceful as Tingting, the daughter of a boudoir, she had the kind of gentleness that naturally radiated from her. The calm temperament made people feel inexplicably comfortable and at ease around her.
Last time at the Qixi banquet in the palace, Jiang Shi had already met Zhao Ling once, and the song she played and sang at that time also left a very deep impression on her.
This was an extraordinary woman who was soft on the outside and firm on the inside. Crying gods, it was no wonder that Feng Ze was so obsessed with her.
