Mrs. Zhu's face was extremely grim.
A pile of porcelain shards lay at her feet, all smashed in her fit of rage.
"Is the master going to raise that lowly woman as an equal wife?"
Mrs. Zhu gritted her teeth: "I knew it, I knew it would come to this."
She slammed the table fiercely: "Send a message to the Eldest Young Master, tell him about this matter."
The maid serving Mrs. Zhu quickly took a Communication Talisman and went out to notify Zhu Anshun, the Zhu Family's heir.
When she returned, she appeared noticeably more relaxed: "Madam, the Eldest Young Master said he knows, and he'll be back soon. The Eldest Young Master also said that if Madam is feeling upset, she should return to her family's home for some time, and he will pick Madam up when he returns."
"Hmm."
Mrs. Zhu nodded: "Quickly pack my things, I'm returning to my family's home."
Immediately, an old woman ran out to deliver the message to the Feng Family.
