When sending Wu Jinyan off at night, Su Yingxue was in the carriage, patting her hand gently, "Sister Jinyan, be at ease. Grandfather likes you very much, and he will arrange the marriage soon. After you marry my brother, the rumors in the city will naturally be dispelled."
Wu Jinyan lifted the corners of her lips, "Yingxue, thank you. I know how well the Marquis's Manor has treated me."
In the entire Marquis of Martial South's Manor, from top to bottom, from Old General Su to Su Yingxue to Su Han, there wasn't a single person who wasn't kind to her. Even the youngest girl, Su Miaoyan, shoved a piece of candy into her palm when she was leaving, saying it was for the little nephew.
Such thoughtful treatment moved her deeply.
But it made her feel even more guilty.
The child in her womb was not Su Hao's, and whenever she thought about deceiving the kind-hearted Su family members like this, her heart ached indescribably.
