The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became. Her face, which had always maintained a noble and elegant composure, was now so haggard it was unbearable, and tears kept falling, making it somewhat heartbreaking to see. She muttered incessantly, "Did I really owe Qiao Xiguan so much in my past life to be forced into this corner? I have not treated her poorly at home; I always considered her feelings and even thought that while my health was still good, I would have her and Zichen have another child. If her career was too demanding, I would take care of it. Where did I go wrong for her to infuriate me like this..."
Everyone else in the room also remained silent.
At this point, it seemed that talking too much was futile.
Everyone's expressions were grim as they stood in their own corners, silently listening to Qi Huifen's complaints about Qiao Xiguan.
"Has Zichen still not made contact?" After rambling on for a while, Qi Huifen suddenly asked.
