Their daughter was publicly scolded by a concubine, and Madam Qi, of course, felt heartache mixed with towering rage. Just as she prepared to confront Maternal Aunt Rou, Guo Li subtly shook her head at her mother. Her father doted on Maternal Aunt Rou, and should her mother argue with Maternal Aunt Rou, her father would undoubtedly blame her mother when they returned home.
Understanding her daughter's thoughts, Madam Qi was filled with bleak sorrow and self-reproach, along with a deep, bone-gnawing hatred. Her hands at her sides clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh without even feeling the pain.
Observing the interaction between Madam Qi and her daughter, Yang Mengchen raised an eyebrow, casting an inscrutable glance at Guo Li.
Guo Li appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, with delicate features and a fair complexion, her rosy lips framed by pearly teeth. Adorned in a light green gown, she radiated an air of supreme grace and tranquility.