Old Master Mo watched Xuexue's retreating figure, filled with extreme puzzlement in his heart. How did this girl, ever since she had awakened from her fever, seem like she had become a completely different person? Before, whenever she saw someone passing by, she would always keep her head down, meek and compliant, and even when she spoke, she dared not raise her voice.
But now, she not only stood up for her mother, but she also dared to curse their Grand Emperor.
"You senile old man, while I slave away and suffer here, what are you daydreaming about? Can't you even come over to help me up? Do you wish for me to die sooner so you can remarry and bring home a little vixen, huh?"
Old Lady Mo, who had been sitting on the ground for quite some time without anyone willing to help her up, was now growing impatient. It was winter, and the ground was bitterly cold. Unable to endure it, she began to lose her temper at Old Master Mo.
