At this moment, the maid outside announced.
"Master, Mistress, Aunt Zhuang requests to see you."
The matron's expression turned displeased.
As long as the Second Prince was with the lady, Aunt Zhuang would find a way to vie for favor. The lady didn't mind, even treating Aunt Zhuang well, hoping she would whisk the man away.
As expected.
Yao Ru was exceptionally magnanimous: "She is with child, let her in quickly."
The maid invited Aunt Zhuang in.
Aunt Zhuang wore a pink silk dress embroidered with flowers and butterflies, her hair adorned with pearls, her gaze alluring.
Though only three months pregnant, she intentionally protruded her belly, swaggering in.
The maids inside couldn't help but spit.
"Such a vixen, pah!"
Ying Zhi saw Aunt Zhuang entering: "Why are you here?"
"I heard, Master, that you were upset, and I was truly worried."
Seeing Ying Zhi sitting there unharmed, Aunt Zhuang clasped her hands in prayer: "Thank the Bodhisattva you're alright."
