Sang Wan's heart churned with mixed feelings; it seemed that his attitude towards her had truly changed—she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it wasn't loathsome or repulsive, just somewhat unsettling.
She sighed inwardly: What does it matter how nice you are to me? Gu Fangzi, Aunt Gu, they're still living peacefully in the peony garden! With such a person right in the Shi Mansion, even if she wanted to delude herself, it would be very difficult.
As Xingzhi came in, Sang Wan glanced at her clearly nervous demeanor and couldn't help but joke: "Young master said, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, even if you did, it wouldn't be acceptable! How can the girls from Ningyuan be given away so easily! You can rest easy now, right?"
