Concubine Du had already cried until her eyes were red; this time it wasn't fake tears, but genuine crying that had lasted several days.
Jie Zhonglin had completely stopped believing in her. She recognized the look in his eyes all too well—it was the same contemptuous gaze he once had for Du Xintong, perhaps even more intense.
She had nothing left but Jie Zhonglin's love, and without him, how was she to live?
"Husband," Concubine Du crawled forward a few steps and suddenly grasped the hem of Jie Zhonlin's robe, crying out, "You can't do this to me. You once promised that you regarded me as your wife, your only wife. Husband and wife are one; if I have made a mistake, you would bear it with me. I admit I've done wrong, but you can't go back on your word and cast me out."
Jie Zhonglin, struck as by lightning, stared at her, dumbfounded. These were indeed his own words from years past, but how could he have been so foolish? His disgust with himself deepened.