Luxurious Courtyard
Lady Guo, leading her own son and daughter, watched as her son, Ji Yimo, still cried incessantly. His little face, swollen like a pig's head, was especially unsettling to look at.
Holding a can of swelling-reducing ointment, Lady Guo let tears stream down her face freely as if they cost nothing, "You, Ji Ruyan! To treat my son with such cruelty, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
As she spoke, a venomous look flashed in her eyes.
The old maid Yan Xue, serving on the side, saw her twisted face and hesitated with the teacup in her hands, unsure whether to step forward.
The mistress was in a bad mood, and Yan Xue knew she would inevitably endure a beating and scolding if she approached.
Thinking of the ten years she had served, Yan Xue felt even more resentful.
She had devised many plans for the lady but had not expected that in return, she would only be paired with the mansion's coachman.
How could she possibly fancy a servant who managed the stables?
