Xia Jing couldn't accept that her husband of over a decade, with whom she shared a bed, could speak to her with such callousness. She had never imagined she'd find herself in such a plight. She knew she couldn't blame her husband for everything, but she also couldn't admit fault herself. She was a proud person; how could she admit that she had made so many mistakes? She would rather place all blame on an innocent person than be the subject of ridicule.
"Zhentian, we've shared a bed as husband and wife for more than a decade, and never once have you spoken to me in such a tone. What, do you intend to fight with your wife today over an outsider? Tell me, yes, I acknowledge you've been very good to me over these years, but have I not been good to you? Have a heart-to-heart; in all these years, when have I not acceded to you, when have I not followed your opinion? Just this once, can't you give in to me?" Xia Jing said to Zhang Zhentian.
