"Song Yun is truly useless." Aunt Qiao angrily threw the teacup in her hand onto the floor, making a loud noise, "Doesn't do clean work, only uses some despicable means in the inner house, a concubine's daughter really is of no great use."
The servants had already been dismissed, and the room seemed to have only Aunt Qiao, but unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from the dark corner of the room, carrying a bit of flippant disdain, mocking, "Aren't you also using the despicable means of the inner house, and isn't your son also a concubine's son."
Aunt Qiao immediately reacted as if she had been poked in the tail, screaming loudly, "My son is a legitimate son! I am now the mistress of the General Mansion!"
The voice was clearly uninterested in Aunt Qiao and not afraid of her fury, "Oh, it has nothing to do with me."
"Shi Wang, don't forget what your master promised me, you must do this well."
"Understood."
