Bai Xiao, however, couldn't relax. She looked at the book, then at Ye Huang, only to feel her mouth dry up. "Husband, they're using you..."
"I know." Ye Huang put down the book in his hand, came to Bai Xiao's side, touched her face, his gaze indulgent, "As long as the two families get along, pretending to be a fool doesn't matter."
"Husband..." Bai Xiao pressed Ye Huang's hand, tears almost falling, "I'm sorry for you."
"For you." Ye Huang chuckled lightly, "So, you have to love me well."
Bai Xiao nodded vigorously. Having such a husband, what more could she ask for?
Two hundred years have passed, and the old grievances have dissipated. Even if passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, they will eventually be forgotten.
Moreover, now, the Bai Family is weak and needs the Ye Family's aid.
To the geniuses of the Bai Family, this is a humiliation. Once successful, they might likely turn against them.
