Su Jingshu had hardly finished speaking when the memories of her past fainting spell returned, and her exquisite face took on a cracked expression.
Damn it!
This was her man in this era!
But she couldn't call him her husband, for she was just one of his concubines, and among the numerous concubines, she was the most senior.
The man walked to the bedside and gazed at Su Jingshu with a lonely and proud look in his eyes, asking in a distant, deep voice, "Has the Noble Consort had a hysterical episode?"
You're the hysterical one!
Your whole family is hysterical!
Su Jingshu, considering the male-dominant society, and damn it, the ancient times where imperial power overshadowed everything, reigned in the aura befitting of her status as a Family Head.
According to the memories she received, she wanted to act gentler but was presented with an affectatious scene.
Su Jingshu swallowed, thinking to herself that she really couldn't deal with this!
