Yu Nianzhao glanced at her, suddenly realizing, "Seeing your sharp and sour demeanor, it turns out you are a maid who has charmed your master for a position. To climb to your current position, you must have used quite a few tactics, even squeezing out the original mistress, who eventually died of depression. That's why you now have your retribution, a fate of having no descendants."
Ms Lien's face changed dramatically. She slammed the table, stood up, and pointed at Yu Nianzhao's nose, cursing, "Good, you little venomous woman, are you cursing me?"
"I can tell just by calculating with my fingers; this is your fate!" Yu Nianzhao said lazily.
Ms Lien was furious, yet in her mind, she was thinking about the fate of Lien Zhiyuan that Yu Nianzhao had calculated.
Even though they wanted to hide the affairs between the Lien Family and the Tang Family, how could such a grand wedding not be known? Now, the whole Shangjing was buzzing about it.
