Ye Yunting watched Yang Shu's frenzied expression with tightly knitted brows.
"I've said I will not divorce Chu Nanli. If Mother has asked me to stay just to discuss this matter, your son begs to be excused!"
Ye Yunting turned and left.
Yang Shu, furious, smashed a white jade vase behind him.
"What's so great about that little wench! A powerless and insignificant commoner, how is she fit for the position of Princess Consort!"
Yang Shu had always looked down on Chu Nanli's status.
Her own family members were each extraordinary in their own right, either rich or noble.
Yet the Princess Consort her son had married was someone without any status or identity at all.
Even those sisters of hers, whose backgrounds were not as good as hers, had sons who had married daughters of officials.
