Gu Chengyu sighed, living in such an environment was truly exhausting! No wonder women in ancient times were often so delicate, fainting at the slightest provocation—wasn't it because they had too many worries?
Mrs. Lian, seeing Hong Ling retreat in defeat, did not step forward to bring trouble upon herself but urged Yao Mengxian to board the carriage and return to the mansion quickly.
Mrs. Chen, standing to the side, secretly sneered. Hong Ling, relying on her position as a second-class maid by the old lady's side, usually looked down on even those mammas who were trusted by their masters.
Today, first thing she did upon arrival was to subtly and overtly mock the third young lady, didn't she? And wasn't she met with resistance?
Mrs. Chen felt secretly pleased, thinking to herself that someone as arrogant as Hong Ling needed to be taken down a notch.
