"My Lord, please stop making fun of me. If it weren't for an unexpected interruption on the road, I would have arrived earlier..." Lin Yue complained.
"An unexpected interruption?" Mo Jiuli asked curiously, raising her eyebrows.
"Forget about it, I've already dealt with it! My Lord, did you call me over because something difficult came up?" Lin Yue casually made a 'cut-throat' gesture, asking indifferently.
Seeing Lin Yue's casual demeanor, Mo Jiuli felt a tinge of sorrow…
Lin Yue was 50 years old, and by her appearance, she was gentle, virtuous, and ideal woman. But in reality, she was a tough, persevering and hard-headed woman...
Three years ago, the only relative of Lin Yue, her wet nurse, was contaminated with a peculiar poison. Despite depleting her family's wealth trying to cure the wet nurse, her efforts proved futile...
