She knew Ma Xiaocao. In Zhao Family Village, he was the kind everyone avoided, almost like a ghost; when passing him by on the road, she wouldn't even give him a glance. Yet now, even the big families had to tread carefully when dealing with him.
"What are you waiting for? The old master told us to go over and greet him. After all, we're from the same village—maybe we can build up some connections!"
Zhao Qing patted Zhao Xinghua's hand and, seeing her reluctance, immediately understood, feeling even more disgusted inside.
Over the years, she'd brought Zhao Xinghua out with her often and met many prominent families. Some of them had expressed interest in taking her as a concubine, but the girl was far too ambitious and dismissed them all, dead set on worming her way into the Xun Family.
But what kind of woman hasn't Xun Zimo played around with?
He had absolutely no interest in Zhao Xinghua.
