"I wonder how much she likes our Marshal's chest to keep aiming at it over and over again, never getting tired of it."
"I wonder if the Marshal is happy about it?"
"Seeing the Crown Prince with fair skin and a beautiful face, with quite intimidating eyes, she's not just an ordinary delicate and frail woman; I suppose the Marshal quite likes her."
"He's even talked about marrying her, how could he not like her? We've been with the Marshal for many years, but we've never seen the Marshal take interest in any woman!"
The remarks from Fei Yuque's subordinates were tinged with a bit of cheerful teasing.
They were all Fei Yuque's trusted aides, his confidants. Over the years, seeing Fei Yuque reach the age of marriage, they all hoped their master could find someone he liked and get married as soon as possible.
However, their master had always been cold and indifferent toward women, making everyone think he had other preferences.
Not fond of women.
