Yun Jiao paused her hand holding the pen, and softly said, "No, it's not a serious illness, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."
Yang Ying shook her head, "I, I'm almost being tortured to death by him."
Perhaps it was Yun Jiao's gentle voice that made her open up, she choked and said, "When I first married into the Yan Mansion, I suffered quite a bit for several days."
"But after those days, he seemed to forget about me, I lived in the backyard of Yan Mansion, and considered it a life of luxury; I thought I could live like that for a lifetime."
"But the good days didn't last long, and then, then…"
Yang Ying covered her face, crying and shaking her head, "You don't know what kind of days I'm living, every time he sets up a banquet at the mansion, he lets us concubines accompany the drinking."
"Accompanying drinks is one thing, but he, he also wants us to do the White Jade Cup thing."
