After much deliberation, Mo Yan finally decided to tell Lizhong about the matter.
If that person really was Lixiu, she couldn't just stand by and watch her fall into a mire of destitution. If not, it might not necessarily be a bad thing. After all, in the eyes of the world, a woman's descent into disrepute, whether willing or forced, is a serious blemish on family honor. Once exposed, the Li Family might not be able to bear it.
Therefore, for the sake of Grandfather Li's dignity, the matter couldn't be blatantly brought to the fore; it required a well-thought-out plan.
In the evening, Lizhong returned home exhausted. After dinner, Mo Yan sent Xin Er and Liyan to clean up the dishes while she brewed a pot of tea and carried it to the bedroom.
Seeing Lizhong sitting at the head of the bed, sighing deeply while holding an old but exquisitely crafted silver hairpin,