Lu Miaoyun looked at her husband in this state, and tilted her head adorably as she said,
"Yun'er feels wronged."
Lu Changsheng didn't care about his wife's jesting and gently embraced her, whispering softly,
"Husband."
Lu Miaoyun hugged Lu Changsheng, resting her head against his chest.
She indeed had come to terms with Lu Changsheng taking more wives and concubines.
But to say she felt no grievance at all was certainly impossible.
Or rather, when Lu Changsheng had only bought some maids, she didn't mind.
But if Lu Changsheng truly married Lu Miaoge and Lu Miaohuan, it was certain that neither woman would become a concubine.
Under such circumstances, she would inevitably feel somewhat jealous as his wife.
"If husband really wishes to marry Sister Miaoge and Sister Miaohuan, he could ask the Family Ancestor to grant the marriages,"
Lu Miaoyun said softly as she snuggled against Lu Changsheng's chest.
Though she felt a little jealous,