Yun Qian nodded.
Say whatever there is to say—that was the principle her husband had taught her.
Besides, even if Zhu Pingniang was just putting on a front, her true thoughts could never be hidden from Miss Yun, just like Miss Lu's thoughts...
Yun Qian felt that having a maid wasn't a bad thing, but when it came time for Wen Chun, it would be better not to have a maidservant attending on the side.
It would be a bit strange.
Some sounds—even for Miss Yun—still had to take her husband's sense of shame into account.
Well, as for her own intimacy with her husband, she herself didn't really feel anything about it.
