Madam Yin this time did not silence Ye Xinyan's words, but cast her hesitant gaze upon Ye Yuan's chubby little face, resembling a dollop of powder. Gazing into those clear, large eyes and the expressionless face that still smiled cheerfully at her, Madam Yin unexpectedly began to doubt the days to come.
Indeed, trapped in Duke An's Mansion, this quagmire, her mood was naturally foul, and with troubles arising every two or three days, how could her daughter live a peaceful life?
If Madam Yin could be somewhat pliable on the issue of divorce, that would be for the best, and it meant that things were largely on track for success.
Having communicated with Jiang Yifan regarding this matter, Ye Xinyan no longer had time to agonize over it. She started to be kept busy by Madam Yin, selecting fabrics, trying on clothes, and looking at jewelry day in and day out.
