The two words "concubine," she said lightly, stirred an inexplicable emotion in the depths of Lu Ziyuan's heart.
Beside him, Liu Manrou took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Elder sister, you were the Heir's wife welcomed into the mansion with an eight-palace sedan chair. How could I, a concubine, dare compare myself to you? It doesn't matter how you treat us concubines on ordinary days, but you shouldn't let the servants harm Pei'er, the only heir of the Lu Family, bump..."
For many years, Xie Wanqing, who never bothered about women's jealousy, had a splitting headache, "Lu Ziyuan! Make her get out!"
Her face was white as frost, yet her eyes were filled with anger, looking as if she could faint at any moment.
Lu Ziyuan was in a panic, without giving a glance at Liu Manrou who was holding a child, directly told Ming Jian, "Clear the place! No irrelevant persons are allowed in Shaoguang Courtyard, and go call for a doctor."
Ming Jian bowed: "Yes!"
