Qinghe swept a glance over the hall and scoffed. Today, indeed, the turnout was complete; even the eldest uncle's family had arrived. When they saw Qinghe, that despicable aunt glared at her, snorted coldly, and immediately turned her head away, a flicker of malice in her eyes. She resented that her own daughter had been driven away at such a young age to a distant place, unable to return home. With the old man protecting Qinghe and the third uncle present, she was powerless. Even her attempts to cause Qinghe a bit of trouble were futile.
But, hmph, she had been in this family for so many years. Though not favored by the old man, she still considered herself somewhat understanding of him. She refused to believe that she couldn't outwit this wolf cub. Today, she would show her the difference between a beast like a wolf cub and a person who uses their brain.
