Marquis Mu Houchu's face was still tinged with a touch of discontent.
Xin He tasted the hint of jealousy. She chuckled and said somewhat irritated: "I have prepared a veil."
When she goes out, her hair is always coiffed, signaling to any bystander that she's married. Who would dare to covet? This man was always overly cautious and anxious with his string of petty issues.
Mu Houchu glanced at her agile eyes and her slender neck exposed because of the updo. He spoke coldly: "Wear the veil hat too."
Xin He: "·······"
What was the point of her dressing up then?
Eventually, when she stepped out of the door, Xin He wore a large veil hat. The veil that hung down from the hat covered everything from her head to the neck, leaving only a semblance of her body visible.
Nonetheless, her slender and graceful figure was visible enough to tell she was a beauty.