Jian Yue's thoughts actually had some merit. Although Qiao Muniang did seem to be well-behaved, Jian Yue's years of experience reading people told her that Qiao Muniang was too different from ordinary women. There was always something elusive about her. A girl from a small village household, facing the luxurious Marquis Chen Mansion, only felt surprise and not envy. Perhaps, in her heart, Marquis Chen Mansion wasn't even worth mentioning.
Indeed, in Muniang's heart, owning a fortune was what she truly desired. A small courtyard, no matter how luxurious and beautiful, was still just one ten-thousandth of the world. She might have been born a woman not content to be confined within the home.
Yu Guang snorted, "He chose her himself, and he gave away his heart by his own will. Whatever happens, he deserves to bear the consequences."
Jian Yue glared, "But he is your own son, and you talk like this!"
