"Alright."
The maid placed the wooden comb back on the table and thought to herself, the Third Auntie really doesn't know how fortunate she is. The Prime Minister is so fond of her, yet she doesn't cherish it in the slightest. She even often gives him the cold shoulder, which is almost too much to bear even for someone like her, a servant. One must ask, among all the concubines in the Prime Minister's residence, who else would he ever tolerate to this extent?
Aside from Nineteenth Aunt, only the Third Auntie receives such favoritism, but she fails to appreciate it. She even dares to show her temper to the Prime Minister. Truly, she doesn't know what's good for her.
Although the maid felt this way inwardly, she wouldn't dare show disrespect to the Third Auntie on the surface. After all, the Prime Minister was her backing. So, she respectfully uttered, "This maid bids her leave."
"Mm, go ahead," the Third Auntie waved her hand.
The maid turned and walked out.
"Ah!"
