"How sincere could Ziling's wife actually be in treating Lady Zhao? She's just doing it for appearances, to save face among the neighbors."
Uncle Li stroked his grizzled beard, remaining silent, yet he held a different opinion in his heart.
He had closely observed the young woman, and the sincerity and determination that shone from between her brows did not seem like those of someone who would play with people's hearts.
If she were not sincere, she could have simply refused right away; having promised, she must be determined to do her utmost.
Within the crowd, discussions emerged in waves, with everyone speculating about the eventual outcome.
In this small village, matters of life and death were of paramount importance, and no one wanted to miss such an emotionally engaging event.
Su Yu followed Jiang Xunzhong into the house and immediately ran into a stench that was hard to bear.
