Morning light fell in golden rays from the sky as Li Yuan returned to the inner district, reclining inside Xue Ning’s carriage, sipping wine and listening to the wheels creak beneath him. 0

The trip back was uneventful, as if nothing had happened overnight.0

Upon arriving at his own courtyard, Yan Yu spotted him and shot him a glare, looking every bit the aggrieved wife. “You heartless scoundrel! Are you tired of me already?”0

“I…”0

Before he could continue, Yan Yu’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You told me you had official business, but someone came by this morning and said you never had any business at all! You were out fooling around last night, probably with that hussy of a woman, Xue Ning. Hmph, you still smell like wine! Wahh…I can’t go on living like this!”0

With that, she twisted away, her delicate features streaked with tears. Li Yuan blinked, caught off guard. “What happened?”0

“You told me you had work,” she sobbed. “But the official who came by said otherwise. You were just messing around with another woman. You reek...0