For a moment, no one in the hall dared to mention the matter of the handkerchief again. Fu Yingzhi frowned in secret, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the fabric in her hand.
In this era, she mused, even if powerful young men kept a few intimate companions, as long as they didn't cause too much of a scene, the bride’s family would usually turn a blind eye. Marriage was, at the end of the day, merely a strategic alignment between prominent families. It was the women in the inner chambers who were to be pitied, wasting their youth on men they did not love and squandering their entire lives within the four walls of their households.
At this thought, Fu Yingzhi’s brow furrowed even deeper. She meticulously sifted through the plot of the original book in her mind, searching for a turning point—some way to sever this absurd marriage immediately, aside from "that matter."
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