Xia Zhiyu slowly turned, standing before a pretty woman not far away. Her appearance was beautiful, and because she was in her prime years, it added to her charm. If it wasn't for the sudden upheaval at home, she should have been married to an equally handsome husband during her best years, instead of ending up in Houfu, becoming a concubine to an old man.,My husband, seeing that I was pregnant, instructed the kitchen to make nourishing soups for me. At first, my younger sister thought they tasted good, but after a while, she got tired of them.,Hearing this soft voice, Xia Zhiyu was startled. This was...。