Su Chenyang's sharp eyes shifted toward the approaching group; Madam Jiang was bringing her daughter-in-law and grandchildren to enjoy some leisure time.
Her demeanor was opulent and noble, yet the contempt directed at Chu Xi could not be concealed in her gaze.
A shadow of cold darkness flickered across Chu Xi's eyes. "Who are you calling a little bastard?"
"Of course, I'm talking about you! Is there anyone else here who qualifies as a bastard?" Madam Jiang, leaning on her daughter-in-law Madam Xu for support, held her head high with an air of arrogance and scorn.
She cast a disdainful glance at Su Chenyang and chuckled lightly, "Young Master Su, after all, is the legitimate young master of the Marquis's Manor. Even the two adopted children of Madam Song have their names inscribed in the family registry. But you?"
