The person in the room was Tuoba Feiyuan.
Lu Fengjin had ordered her locked in the dungeon, but that had merely been a fit of temper. Lu Fengjin was not necessarily a virtuous man, but he was perpetually prone to softening his heart. Within a few days, hearing that Tuoba Feiyuan had fallen gravely ill, he had her released and confined to a small courtyard. He had not expected that on the very eve of his wedding to Qin Mingyue, Tuoba Feiyuan would sneak out and lurk in his bedchamber.
In truth, Lu Fengjin had not seen Tuoba Feiyuan for a long time. It had been over two months, and he nearly failed to recognize her now. She was gaunt and wretched. Though she should have been in the prime of her youth, she now looked like a woman of thirty or forty. The face that had once been pleasing to the eye was etched with fine lines, aged and haggard.
Chapter 588