Madam Wen returned to her room, where Wen Zishan was kneeling, her face growing even more unsightly.
"Why are you looking like this now?"
"Mother, if you're angry, direct it at me. It doesn't matter if you beat or scold me, just don't let it affect your health." Wen Zishan crawled forward on her knees, trying to hold Madam Wen's hand.
Madam Wen avoided her, glanced at her coldly: "I don't have the authority to preach to you. Whatever I say, you won't listen, so why should I waste my breath?"
"Mother." Wen Zishan bit her lip, tears the size of beans fell down: "I'm just unwilling. In terms of family background, character, talent, and appearance, how am I inferior to Consort Zhou? Why must I live beneath others?"
