"Whenever Second Brother's wife starts her drama, the Old Madam comes to raise hell with our General. I wonder when it'll ever end." Hua Qiao yawned. "Sigh, I'm not getting involved. If I watch, my hands will start itching to slap someone." She moved away.
"I'm not going either. I can't stand the sight of the Old Madam's face. I'm heading back to the courtyard to make a celebratory feast for Pangtuan with the girls." Shaoyao couldn't be bothered to watch either.
"Wait for me, I'm coming too," Peony said, hurrying to catch up.
Aunt Liu wanted to leave too, but as the official wife, she knew the Old Madam would berate her again if she wasn't present.
Ye Qianning was speechless. 'I've seen favoritism before, but never this blatant. My poor father…'
Inside the main hall, the Old Madam sat in the seat of honor, flanked by two maids. The scene looked like a formal interrogation.
"Mother," Xiang Minghou said as he entered the hall.
