Could a concubine beat her husband?
A delicate flush colored Chen Yulan's cheeks as she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, "Wei... It's merely the pregnancy, nothing to worry about."
"…"
Zhang Wei sensed the subtle shift in her demeanor, saw the spark of misunderstanding in her eyes.
He reached out, gently clasping her hands, only to withdraw them a moment later, an awkwardness lingering in the air.
He had grown accustomed to the world seeing him as a villain…
But to be misunderstood as good?
That was an entirely new challenge.
"Go and dress up," Zhang Wei commanded, his tone steady, almost indifferent.
"Huh?" Chen Yulan's cherry-red lips parted in surprise, her gaze drifting to the window. The darkness of night still shrouded the world outside. "But... it's night. Where are we going?"
Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed. "A concubine doesn't ask questions."
Chen Yulan bit her lip, her thoughts spinning.
Could a concubine beat her husband?