Constrained by the status of the Duchess of Yongchang, Madame Zhao could only swallow her frustration and forced a smile, "It's good if the Lady is not offended. I will certainly discipline this girl properly and have her cultivate her temperament."
The Duchess of Yongchang glanced at Fan Meijiao, who, oblivious to whether the words were good or bad, had a smug look on her face. Internally cursing her as a fool, the Duchess's expression softened into a smile, but she said nothing.
Madame Zhao, feeling uneasy, fawned with small gestures, fearing that the Duchess of Yongchang would be displeased, and the promising match she had mentioned earlier would fall through.
