If she had known that fate would be like this, before marrying into the Xiang Family, she should have given herself to Ji Wuyuan, not totally wasting this bitter and short life.
Zhong Lingling felt suffocated in Jingxiang Pavilion, so she stepped out of the Jingxiang Pavilion and wandered in the main garden of the mansion.
As usual, along the way, she always encountered groups of servants.
Previously, these servants, when they saw Zhong Lingling, mostly ignored her or only gave her a slight nod; those who were a bit more polite would give her a faint greeting.
But today, the servants she encountered all had smiles on their faces and greeted Zhong Lingling with a tone of great reverence, "Young Madame, why are you out strolling alone?"
"Indeed!" Zhong Lingling thought about the reason for their sudden respect—it must be because of Xiang Yimo's recovery.