Not On the Surface

Ms. Qin sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Third Young Master…"

Zhao Shu's voice dripped with condescension as he dismissed her, "You are but a concubine, with no right to interrupt when I converse with my father. How fascinating!"

Ms. Qin's complexion grew even paler, and dizziness washed over her.

Zhao Ye could no longer tolerate the situation and spoke up firmly, "Zhao Shu, do not push us beyond our limits!"

Zhao Shu's expression twisted with disdain as he retorted, "I am not bullying a concubine; I am merely imparting a lesson in decorum. And as for you, have you never been taught proper manners? Who granted you the privilege to address me by my name and raise your voice?"