They’d been married for six years, but Wei Kun had never questioned her in that tone.
Among the different masters of Duke Ying’s residence, Wei Kun’s disposition was the gentlest. Not quick-tempered like the eldest master (Wei Kun’s oldest brother, first family branch), and not as impulsive as the second master, he was mild-mannered and refined. Because she liked that about him, Madam Du disregarded the fact that his mind was set on Jiang Miaolan, in order to get married into Duke Ying’s household.
After getting married, Du Yueying did her best to please him in every possible way. Including in the bedroom, she had racked her brains to think of how to make him happy. She had believed she could gradually replace Jiang Miaolan in his heart. After all, that woman was gone, while she had the rest of their lifetime with him. But she slowly discovered that she couldn’t enter Wei Kun’s heart. He was good to her out of civility, rather than affection. They treated each other with mutual respect during the day, and the night activities resembled fulfilling a duty — once he was done, he wouldn’t even say a few intimate words, but would just turn over and fall asleep.
That much, Du Yueying could still endure, until the day she found an old sachet under Wei Kun’s pillow.