Wei Zhuhua's expression turned cold.
Though she had a soft temper, years of managing the household had endowed her with authority.
The maid asked, "Should we inform Old Madam Yu about this?"
"No need," Wei Zhuhua said calmly.
"Old Madam Yu isn't in good health. Let's not disturb her with trivial matters."
If Old Madam Yu truly found out, this old couple might not survive through the winter.
Wei had seen firsthand just how ruthless that person could be, especially when dealing with Second Uncle.
The sound of the maid's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Cold wind battered the windows, but the room was as warm as spring.
Wei Zhuhua held the book in her hands, but not a word from its pages reached her mind. Her thoughts wandered.
The Yu family wielded vast power, but how much filth had been exchanged for it?
Spending too long in a vat of dye—perhaps one day, she would be stained with an undesirable color.
