He turned his head and saw a very familiar figure not far away.

It is Zhu Jiayu.

I don't know how much she heard.

She must be very sad.

Wei Qinglou thought to himself, and couldn't help but walk over to her. But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything comforting. Instead, he said something harsh, like he was angry at her for being so weak and saddened by her misfortune: "You're not made of clay. When you hear them say those things, don't you feel any anger at all?"

"And Rong Heng, you have hands and feet, you can live without him, haven't you thought about divorcing him?"

If it were someone else, Wei Qinglou knew he certainly wouldn't have said those words.

But Zhu Jiayu was different. He could tell that she neither cared about the honor and wealth that the title of general's wife brought her, nor did she covet the prosperity and extravagance of the capital city.

She really doesn't deserve to suffer like this.

He thought Zhu Jiayu would be angry, or even feel wronged and shed tears, but to his surprise, she just looked at him calmly and then asked softly, "What about Young Master Wei? You are clearly exceptionally talented, yet in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the imperial family, you become a dissolute playboy who only knows how to cockfight and ride horses all day long. How can you be content with that?"

Wei Qinglou froze in astonishment. Everyone thought he was just like that because of his good nature. How did Zhu Jiayu figure it out?

Before he could ask, Zhu Jiayu continued, "If I had the family background and talent of Young Master Wei, I would certainly not be content to be subordinate to others. On the contrary, I would strive to be at the top. What does it matter if the imperial family is suspicious or the ministers are jealous? In the face of absolute power, suspicion and jealousy are just icing on the cake."

That's a crazy person.

Wei Qinglou was deeply shocked and turned to leave, not daring to stay with her any longer.