Jiang Ning said indifferently, "When you were the housekeeper, you didn't give me a single penny, yet I didn't starve to death."
Madam Zhao's face turned pale and she lowered her head, speaking softly, "The Princess Consort is from the Prime Minister's Mansion, even without the money it doesn't matter. But I am from a humble background..."
"Having money means I owe you? Your humble background, is that my fault?"
"No, I mean..."
"Now that Li Teng is in charge, crying to me won't help. After all, I can't be the master of this manor." Jiang Ning interrupted her, "You should know who the real master is, why not beg him?"
"But the Princess Consort is the mistress of this manor..."
"The Prince of Yu is the true master in your hearts. I know you're cunning, so why not compete with Ms. Li? Win back the power of the housekeeper, and you can resume your prestige."
These words rendered Ms. Zhao speechless.
She also felt frustrated.
