Cixin Academy
Ever since both daughter-in-laws became titled ladies, the old lady didn't receive a single cent, and then she fell ill.
It wasn't a serious illness, just a feeling of oppression in her chest, thinking of her son and daughter-in-law coming to attend on her illness, revolving around her, Mrs. He was busy with the day-to-day affairs of the household and couldn't come at all, while Mrs. Han did come for a day but ended up exhausting the old lady.
Medicine was spilled over the old lady, the room was heavily scented with incense, and all the food was greasy meat. Several vases were broken, and in no time, the old lady's feigned illness became a real one.
She repeatedly demanded Mrs. Han to get out.
Mrs. Han left with a shallow, beaming smile, and then never visited Cixin Academy again.
"Lady, Mrs. He has arrived!" Ming Liu called softly.
Her complexion was a bit off.
Ever since she returned from attending Ming Yang's wedding feast, Ming Liu had not been feeling well.
