"Leng Xiangyu" Gu Xietian suddenly called her by her first and last name, his voice seemed to be filled with the biting chill of winter: "You think I'm a fool.
Do you think you can hide the things you do from me for the rest of your life?
That day when I come back I am only protecting you because I am afraid that you will lose the face of the General’s Palace, so don’t you be ignorant?”
Gu Xietian was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he grabbed his cloak and strode out.
Leng Xiangyu was stunned and couldn't help but hurry a few steps: "Master, where are you going?"
It had been many days since he had even stepped foot into her door.
Now that he had finally come, he didn't expect to leave after only standing for such a moment.
Gu Xietian stepped on his feet and left a cold sentence, but it was not an explanation of where to go, but a warning: "Don't play tricks on Xijiu again, or I will never spare you."
He strode off quickly.
Leng Xiangyu slumped down on the chair and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, her personal maid came in and reported: "Madam, the master has gone to the Fangxiang Courtyard."
Aunt Zhou lived in the Fengxiang Courtyard.
She was admitted a year ago.
She was only twenty years old this year.
She was still young, and of course she was favored.
Gu Xietian spent eight out of ten nights at her place to rest.
As his real wife, Leng Xiangyu was favored by him only a few times a year, and once in a while, it was very perfunctory.
Either she finished the work hastily, or she simply pushed herself to the limit and fell asleep, causing her to stay awake all night until dawn.
According to the report from the trusted maid she sent to Fengxiangyuan, Gu Xietian and Aunt Zhou there were extremely brave and could torment people in the middle of the night.
Leng Xiangyu was itching her teeth with hatred, but she was helpless.
Leng Xiangyu looked at herself in the mirror.
She was about forty years old and well maintained.
Her skin was still fair and her eyebrows were still beautiful.
She looked like she was in her early thirties at most.
Let's break up the beauty before we grow old.
Even if she is very charming now, how can she compare with that little girl who has been blooming for ten years?
She raised her hand and touched her face, but another person's face flashed in her mind She sighed lowly: "Luo Xinglan, if you were still alive and still sitting in this position, would he have ended the love between husband and wife early like he did to me?"
Probably so too Men are always fond of the new and dislike the old, how can they be in love with a woman for a long time?
Although Gu Xietian was depressed for several months after Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, he seemed to have been hit hard.
But he cheered up after half a year, and even intensified his efforts to resolve his grudges.
Every one or two years, he would take in a room of concubines.
Now there are more than a dozen aunts in the general's mansion, and they are all blooming every day, which is particularly annoying to Leng Xiang.
Jade eyes.
Leng Xiangyu started her career as a mistress, and Gu Xietian had a wife named Luo Xinglan next to her at that time.
At that time, Gu Xietian still abided by his vow to Luo Xinglan.
Although he was in a high and powerful position, he only had one wife by his side.
It was Leng Xiangyu who climbed into Gu Xietian's bed by means of tricks, and then used the child as a threat to enter the gate of Gu's house and became Gu Xietian's concubine.
This also caused Gu Xietian and Luo Xinglan to turn against each other.
Only then did everything happen.
In the end, Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, and Leng Xiangyu finally secured her position as the general's wife.
She thought she finally got everything and could get Gu Xietian's special favor, but she didn't expect that this favor only lasted for two years, and these two years were while Luo Xinglan was still alive.
After Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, Gu Xietian's treatment of Leng Xiangyu was not as good as before.
There are more and more women around her, making her look like a yesterday's flower
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