Madam Song felt like she had swallowed a fly.
The girl she had such high hopes for, the one she had praised in front of her mother-in-law, turned around and slapped her in the face as resoundingly as possible, leaving her humiliated.
The worst part was, she had to pretend nothing happened and carry on with the charade. It was truly disgusting.
"Madam, if you keep that dark expression when you meet them, everyone will know something is up. We're going to make offerings, not to start a feud," Housekeeper Fang said helplessly.
Madam Song retorted, "I have a dark face, so what? What can she do about it? In terms of rank, I surpass her. By birth, I come from the Marquis Mansion. As for men, my husband is the Prime Minister, a favorite of the Emperor. If I show her some face, what can she complain about? Even when it comes to raising children, my children would never behave as hers have, daring to be alone with an outside man."
"But it wasn't just the two of them."
