Upon seeing Feng Qingxue return, Wang Jiao immediately halted and carefully scrutinized her appearance.
After catching the first glimpse of her, Wang Jiao felt relieved.
Qingxue's sunburnt, dark face, coarse and messy eyebrows, seemingly connected in the middle, portrayed a hint of ferocity. Her cheeks were tainted with two patches of highland red, while soot stains were present on her face that she was unaware of. Wrapping herself in an army overcoat, with her hair in twists, she carried an undeniable earthy vibe and appeared enormously unkempt. Even her bright eyes could not compensate for her far from attractive appearance.
How was such a rustic village girl, with no education, a match for the tall and handsome Lu Jiang? How could she cope with the stature of a General's wife? What credentials did she possess to mingle with the elite?
Having been a wealthy woman, Wang Jiao was too familiar with these considerations.