"Old Master, what right do you have to hit me?"
Auntie Tang looked utterly shocked, unable to believe her eyes. Although Situ Yongjie had always disliked her, in more than ten years he had treated her with courtesy and had never laid a hand on her. Yet now, for the sake of that wretched girl Xuexue, he had struck her across the face.
Auntie Tang felt deeply hurt.
For this man, she had forsaken her noble status, fallen to the position of a concubine, and dragged her children down with her, condemning them to a life branded as concubine-born son and daughter. In public, they were always inferior. Even when the daughters marry someday, they could never become a main wife—generation after generation, they would only be concubines.
Thinking about it now, it was utterly not worth it.
Situ Yongjie's slap had left Auntie Tang's heart icy cold, as if the last shred of familial affection between them had been completely extinguished.
