The next day, Maternal Aunt Qiao, accompanied by her maid Hongyu, arrived at the courtyard at Sanli Gate.
Ji Ruyan was not surprised by Maternal Aunt Qiao's arrival.
Because Qiao Yu's cunning was innate; she was a schemer, even to the point that one could say she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.
Moreover, Ji Ruyan had chosen to live in this small courtyard precisely to avoid exposing the large house to the east, to keep Qiao Yu in the dark.
Lest that woman develop inappropriate ambitions, for it was clear she was never satisfied with what she had.
Ji Ruyan gazed coldly at Maternal Aunt Qiao, who had brought several gift boxes to the door, her expression a mix of a smile and not, "Maternal Aunt Qiao, what brings you to look for me today in such high spirits?"
