"In my opinion..." Chen Hua stood up, wanting to mediate the situation, but before he could finish his sentence, he was silenced by a glance from Lin Jiaojiao.
He never expected that he would be afraid of Jiaojiao, but today she seemed different, exuding an intimidating authority.
"A noble concubine may have the word 'noble,' but she is still a concubine. My sister is the legitimate daughter of the Regent King's Consort. It is hard for the ancestors enshrined in the Chen family's ancestral hall to accept a legitimate daughter as a concubine."
Her tone was solemn, cold, and slightly angry, making her voice particularly clear in the hall.
Madam Wang didn't know what to say, and when she glanced at Zhang Yurong, her expression darkened.
Such an unrestrained woman was the legitimate daughter of the Zhang family, engaged in private rendezvous with men before marriage, unfit to step out in public. It was too generous to even allow her to be a concubine.
