Ye Qingci sized up the Third Madam Jian a few times.
Her hair was swept up high on her head, and she exuded grace and luxury. Although she was no longer young, her charm was still evident, and it was clear that she must have been a beauty in her youth.
Ye Qingci chuckled, "Third Madam Jian clearly comes from a noble background and has received a fine education. Surely, Lady Jian would understand that guests should not overstep their hosts. Here, we are at Seventh Master Jian's villa, not that of the third son, nor is it a place for the Third Madam to give orders. You should keep your dignity!"
Third Madam Jian's face turned green and white with anger.
By rights, Ye Qingci, who had not yet officially become a part of the Jian family, should display herself as unworthy and curry favor with these elders.
That way, when the negotiations for her and Jian Shichu's wedding came up, they might speak well on her behalf.
