Your Son

Xiahou Yanyu returned to Madam Ru in a daze.

Madam Ru had just tried on a new hairpin and was quite satisfied.

As a concubine, her clothes could not exceed her status. Now, she could finally wear a hairpin that befits the status of Madam.

She casually glanced over and saw her daughter's dejected expression.

She naturally did not expect that something had happened on her side. After all, the City Lord had personally agreed to her just now.

Hence, she asked, "Did my son-in-law make you angry again? It's time for you to rein in your personality. You can't rely on your status as the daughter of the City Lord every other day and not give my son-in-law a way out."

Xiahou Yanyu's eyes were red.

Madam Ru did not look at her in the bronze mirror. She turned around and sighed. "Why are you crying? How much did you suffer that you have to do it today?"

Xiahou Yanyu said aggrievedly, "It would be good if something happened on my side…"