"You came all this way just to tell me this?" Mrs. Cai was furious. 'Her, bow her head to Song Yunzhao?'
'With Song Yunzhao's personality, even if I did bow my head, she'd never let it go. I gave birth to her; don't I know what kind of person she is?'
Hearing her younger sister's tone, Madam Ding Nanbo knew this trip had been for nothing. "I'm only doing this for your own good. Right now, Yun Zhao is just a Concubine. In the future, she might rise even higher. When that time comes, do you expect the First Madam of the main family to handle all matters involving the palace? *You* would become a real laughingstock then. Bu Yue would also be dragged down by you. What kind of good marriage prospects could he hope for?"
Mrs. Cai's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. This time, she didn't say a word.
