The words were cold as a knife's edge, and Chu Xinyue understood, Ya Chen would absolutely not intervene in this matter.
Her body went limp, and all she could do was pray that Mommy was alright.
With that conversation, the temperature in the room plummeted rapidly, becoming colder and more desolate than before.
Unable to bear the agony, Chu Xinyue mustered her spirits, composed herself, stood up, and walked over:
"Ya Chen, are you tired? The servants have already prepared the hot water. I'll help you change and bathe, and then you can rest, okay?"
Having gone through the day's wedding, her body was somewhat worse for wear. It was only the joy of marrying Ya Chen that had sustained her until now. By this point, her palm-sized face had lost all its color, looking very pale, but Ya Chen couldn't see it.
