"Favouritism?"
Aunt Bi sneered coldly. Nurse Peng's attempt to console her didn't calm her, but instead stirred her emotions more fiercely. "Have you seen him favouring anyone over the years? There are not a few women in his chamber, some given by others, some by the old lady. Not to mention favouritism, he hasn't conferred his favour on a single one. But now, for that woman, he dares to thwart the old lady's will, and doesn't even return home. How can I not worry!"
While Aunt Bi vented her sharp frustrations, she tugged mercilessly at the handkerchief in her hands. On her little face, as small as a palm, tears welled up like severed beads, quickly soaking through the large collar of her peony-patterned, azure Beizi.
