In the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion, the Third Miss, her cheeks swollen red, threw herself into her mother's arms, bursting into tears. "Mother, you must stand up for your daughter. Look at what they did to me, how will I ever face people again?" She had been doted on and spoiled since childhood, with no one ever daring to defy her. Yet this time, she had been dealt with so severely. The Third Miss, who had never suffered such indignity, lay in her mother's embrace, refusing to get up.
The wife of Marquis Zhenbei was a beautiful woman around fifty years of age. She had borne four sons before finally having a daughter, naturally the recipient of all her affection. Whatever the daughter wanted to do, she did, leading to the spoiled and willful character of the Third Miss. "My treasure, tell Mother, who had the audacity, the nerve, to bully my precious girl? I'll have your brothers teach her a lesson."
