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Lady Hong snorted, "He's six, turning seven after the New Year."
She could never forget the day Jin Shiwen was born; the old lady had held him, her smile so wide she could hardly close her mouth, a happiness she had never seen when her Yukyuk was born.
She resented the old lady for sneaking a concubine into her husband's quarters, and she disliked that aunt, let alone the son they bore. As the Family Head's wife, she had reached a pinnacle of sorts. She couldn't even have a say over the women in her own husband's quarters.
Jin Yuyu knew her mother was irritated inside, but given the circumstances, she, like her mother, disliked the son born of the concubine greatly. Yet the next words were ones she could not withhold, "Mother, you saw what happened today. The old lady doesn't like us and foisted a maid on father, and uncle is bullying us even more, trying to frame me and rob me of the position as Family Head. Mother, have you ever thought about why they do this?"
