The Qiu Mansion Third Young Master had just been conferred a military rank in the Hu Wei Camp, so Madam Qiu's face instantly turned serious, and with a wave of her hand, dismissed the servants around them.
"The Madam truly manages her servants well." Feng Zhiwei praised lightly as she stood. "The Qiu Mansion's manners has become more rigorous than before."
Madam Qiu was just about to reply with some modest words when she finally heard the words that Feng Zhiwei had used.
"Than before…" She peered up confusedly at Feng Zhiwei, wondering why this Master Wei was speaking as if familiar with the Qiu Mansion.
Feng Zhiwei smiled.
"Hao-er is still immature, and Wei-er still lacks understanding." She smiled as Madam Qiu's expression changed. "They have bothered you over these years."
"You— you…" Madam Qiu stood and retreated a step, clutching the back of her chair, tottering in place.
