My wife wants to be a widow every day (8)_1

In such a dynasty, human lives were not worth much.

Fu min wouldn't feel sorry for these people.

Sure enough.

After hearing Fu Shang's words, the maid froze on the spot and her face turned ugly.

Yan Xun, who was sitting by the window, looked over.

His eyes were calm and he didn't show any mercy at Fu Shang's overbearing attitude.

Yan Xun let out a light sigh and put down the bamboo scroll in his hand. His fair fingers brushed away the dust on his shoulders. Then, he stood up and walked towards Fu Xun.

Seeing Yan Xun's actions, the maidservant lowered her head even more, her attitude as respectful as could be.

Yan zhixue's fingertips picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table, while her other hand waved at the kneeling servant, signaling her to leave.

The maidservant hurriedly retreated.