Lady Huo said: "The other day the Old Lady rewarded this, if Master likes it, feel free to visit every day; after all, this room of mine is also yours."
Jing Shizi was just making small talk about her pot of flowers, would he really come to her room every day for a pot of flowers? Now all his thoughts are on Ling Guan'er, who is only fifteen years old, can sing, and serves people, and tender enough to squeeze water from, unlike Lady Huo who has already had two children. Although her face is still quite pretty, some parts have become loose since entering the mansion, not as useful anymore. Compared to Ling Guan, it's like comparing heaven and earth, let alone for a pot of flowers, even for a pot of gold, he wouldn't give up Ling Guan'er's tender, tight little flesh to taste this bland, old dish of hers.
It's just that now he's still using her, and since she's given him two sons, Jing Shizi has to give her some face.
