Don't call me Third Madam

She saw Uncle Jiang ran out of the room, with a young girl, about 16 or 17 years old, following behind him. She must be their daughter.

Ye Jiayao's face split into a wide smile. She was beyond ecstatic to see their familiar faces. "Auntie Jiang, Uncle Jiang, you have no idea how happy I am to see that you're alright!"

Auntie Jiang wiped her tears and said, "It was all because of you, Third Madam, that I am alive. And thanks to the Heir-Son Lord, we get to live a peaceful life now."

Xia Chunyu said, "Let's talk inside the room. It looks like it's going to rain soon."

"Right, right, come inside. Forgive my manners, I am just so happy to see you. Yue Er, go and make some tea for Third Madam and Heir-Son Lord," Auntie Jiang said.

The young girl called Yue Er obeyed her cheerfully.