Madam Medusa looked at Xu Yang with affectionate eyes, as she had grown quite familiar with him over the half year of daily and nightly companionship.
He was dignified, like the morning sun, his appearance and manners nothing like those of a common countryman; his conversation and knowledge far exceeded that of various nobles, and even if he claimed to be a prince from a Foreign Great Country, Madam Medusa would have had no trouble believing him.
In this era, women were merely property, their autonomy unreachable. Madam Medusa had grown accustomed to her humble existence. Yet Xu Yang treated her with great care, not only taking over all the household chores but also talking with her every day, keeping her company to alleviate her boredom. For a woman who had previously been in despondence, nothing could be more blissful than this.
