Song Wei, burdened by these worries, couldn't sleep or eat well day after day.
She gradually became more haggard, her once rounded, smooth face now visibly sunken to the naked eye, with high cheekbones protruding painfully.
Hua Hua felt sorry seeing this and tried various ways to get Song Wei to eat more, but Song Wei's mind was too troubled to eat.
Compared to Song Wei, Mr. Song's concerns weighed even heavier.
As long as Jun Yu hadn't come to marry Song Wei, the benefits he promised could not be realized.
Mr. Song paced anxiously back and forth, wondering if the cooked duck would simply fly away like this.
Madam Song, oh no, she's no longer the madam, but a concubine, can only be called Mrs. Zhao now.
Mrs. Zhao said with resentment, "Master, back then, you demoted me without hesitation to gain the benefits promised by the Seventeenth Prince, but in the end, what did you get?"
