Her gaze was complex, as if deeply hurt.
She murmured, "Mother-in-law."
Ning Suxuan: ...
Yu Tingwan: "Why didn't you serve me?"
Ning Suxuan: "I was afraid you might overeat."
Yu Tingwan ignored her.
Her small mouth kept chattering.
"Mother-in-law has hurt me."
"It seems that last time when you said you treated me like a daughter, it was all to fool me."
Ning Suxuan frowned, "When did I say that?"
How come she couldn't remember?
Yu Tingwan was melancholic.
"Is this the time to debate authenticity?"
Ning Suxuan: ???
Yu Tingwan sipped her tea and said, "I really envy him; unlike me, no one even picks a piece of ginger for me."
Ning Suxuan pointed out, "There's no ginger in today's meal."
Yu Tingwan became even more melancholic.
"Do you have to be so nitpicky with me?"
Ning Suxuan stayed silent.
No wonder sages say, only petty people and women are hard to nurture.
Yu Tingwan embodied both.
No wonder Wei Zhao was silent.
