Lady Marquis, upon hearing the words, looked indifferently at Liang Shuyue.
There was no compassion, no tenderness.
She simply sat there, upright.
"How indecorous to act so rashly!" Her voice was clear and indifferent, devoid of harsh criticism or frustrated disappointment.
She concealed all her hatred, yet it was precisely this indifference, this dismissive demeanor, that terrified Liang Shuyue even more.
At home, she had been pampered by her parents and never needed to be overly cautious, but upon arriving at the Marquis' residence, she had to calculate every move, to be exceptionally careful, fearing a slip of the tongue might give her away.
Besides, there were too many powerful families in the capital; the way those people looked at her was like seeing a monster, their disdain laced with ridicule, as if seeing through everything, which made her even more cautious.
