Liu Shimei stepped across the threshold, and her gaze swept the room as she entered. Seated in the main position was an unfamiliar old woman, with a weathered face and hair like a crane's feathers.
Accompanying Lady Zhu, Liu Fuyun took a seat in the main position, leaving Madam Zhang to sit below.
Even with several guests who had come to pay respects to Old Madam Liu, she found it difficult to control the lengthening of her face.
But in Madam Zhang's eyes, there was more lack of confidence in the future. Even if her daughter became the Crown Princess, it filled her with worry.
This mother-in-law, with such malicious tactics, had come back with them. The fear of being dominated by whips in the Grand Chancellor's Temple haunted her!
In her heart, Liu Shimei thought, 'Evil begets evil. Lady Zhu treated my mother poorly; you deserve it! Madam Zhang is cunning and ruthless, and one wickedness begets another. You deserve to be afraid!'
