C11 (1/2)

In the room, Feng Xiwu was sure that after he left the room, he slowly sat up.

Suddenly, she gave a self-deprecating smile. Didn't Sima Xiang promise Zhuo Wenjun that he would not disappoint her? In the end, when he got rich, didn't he still want to get a concubine?

Sima Xianruo and Zhuo Wenjun still had some feelings for each other, and what right did she have to ask him not to take in a concubine?

The words of a man were not to be trusted, as her father had taught her.

Feng Xiwu never understood that her father was also a man, why would he teach her own men not to believe everything she said? Perhaps, she really shouldn't believe everything she said.

After thinking alone for a long time, she felt a tightness in her chest and wanted to go out to get some fresh air. However, her hand that was placed beside the bed accidentally touched a piece of movable wood.

Feng Xiwu curiously bent over to check. There was indeed a piece of wood at the place where her finger touched, but why couldn't she open it?

As she pondered on it, Feng Xiwu quickly got up and put on his shoes, then rapped them on the ground. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't button them, the pain in her fingers was unbearable.

After tormenting herself for around half an hour, Feng Xiwu finally lost patience and fiercely stomped on the ground. Unexpectedly, the wooden board beneath her feet fell and the log came out by itself.

Overjoyed, Feng Xiwu hurriedly went to see what was really contained in the mysterious box.

A small, pink perfume bag was quietly lying inside.

Feng Xiwu picked up the item and scrutinized it, no matter how she looked at it, it did not look like a man's item, could it be that it belonged to Prince Jing's lover?

However, this needle technique was really not that good. It was actually this cloth, Soft Mist, her favorite material.

Sure enough, men were not to be trusted.

If the one he loved came back, would he abandon her?

Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. What nonsense, once his father's goal had been achieved, she would let him divorce her. As for other matters, she would not meddle in them, nor did she wish to do anything about them.