Madam Wang came from a伯府 and married into the Main branch as the wife of the Legitimate Son, giving birth to a Legitimate Son and a Legitimate Daughter. She had spent half her life preaching about the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate, sneering at young wives and plebeians; and now, her own Legitimate Daughter had become the mistress she despised most.
She looked down on mistresses born of concubines, yet her own daughter had become exactly what she hated and disdained the most. Was this retribution?
Was this what Zhou Wufu wanted?
A sharp pain stabbed at the tip of Madam Wang's heart as she numbly watched Wu Yining drink down that bowl of medicinal soup, her lips trembling soundlessly.
Nanny Lin saw that not a single drop of the decoction remained in the bowl; the corner of her mouth curled in a cold arc, and a trace of pity flashed through her eyes—so fast that no one could catch it.
