Zhao Rong seemed not to notice the noise Lingfei made.
He still did not turn his head to look at her.
While turning his head to look outside the pavilion, Zhao Rong spoke in a strange tone,
"My dear wife, how curious and strange it is; why do I need your consent if I am not thinking of you, but of someone else?"
Lingfei stood tall with her hands held up front, her head held high like a graceful swan's neck. She, being tall and slender with a delicate waist and straight shoulders, stood in front of the seated Zhao Rong like a towering green lotus, looking down at him.
Lingfei's eyelids drooped slightly, partially hiding her cold eyes but still emitting a light as bright as the stars.
"No, you cannot think of other women."
Her voice was crisp and cold. She paused, gazing intensely at Zhao Rong and said with great emphasis,
