Looking at the face who ruined her daughter's reputation, Xiao Lou could no longer pretend to be a loving mother towards XuanRong. She wanted to beat XuanRong to death and laugh at her corpse. Xiao Lou subconsciously wrung the handkerchief on her hand when she was cursing XuanRong in her mind.

XuanRong almost laughed when she saw the myriad of emotions displaying on Xiao Lou's face. It was the first time XuanRong saw Xiao Lou lost her composure. Her current facial expression was hilarious, making XuanRong want to preserve it. If XuanRong had a paper and ink, she would paint Xiao Lou's current face and hang it on the wall inside her inner room. She would laugh at it until she could no longer breathe.

"IS THIS HOW YOU GREET YOUR MOTHER?"

Xiao Lou's voice was not loud but there was a certain authority inside of it. She stared daggers at XuanRong, wis.h.i.+ng she could rip XuanRong's face.

XuanRong lowered her head, concealing the hatred in her eyes. When XuanRong raised her head, her face remained impa.s.sive, as if she did not hear Xiao Lou's words. They were inside Xiao Lou's outer room and the only people inside apart from both of them were Xiao Lou's servants. XuanRong would not bother pretending to be a filial child in front of those lowly beings.

"Seems like Er Niang is starting to become confused due to age. Er Niang must not forget that Er Niang's status is only the second wife of my father after being promoted from being a lowly YiNiang[2]. Er Niang is not This Lady's mother. This Lady's mother's memorial tablet is still at the ancestral hall. Er Niang must refrain from speaking nonsensical words that might confuse other people."

"You---!!!!"

Xiao Lou's blood rose when she heard XuanRong's words. Without thinking, she grabbed one of the tea cups and threw it towards XuanRong, aiming for her face. The force was very strong, it contained all the hatred Xiao Lou felt towards XuanRong. When Xiao Lou realized what she had done, the tea cup was already flying towards XuanRong's direction.

When XuanRong saw the object flying towards her, she could not help but inwardly roll her eyes. She wanted to catch it but it would only expose her qinggong. She could have dodge it effortlessly, but she knew that a 'weak woman' like her would not be able to move nimbly . Instead, she only turned her head a little, trying to minimize the impact. The cup grazed at XuanRong's cheek, enough to bring discoloration to her jade-white face, before landing on the floor. The tea cup broke, creating a nasty sound of cras.h.i.+ng.

XuanRong heard a male voice outside the outer room. Although the level of her qinggong did not reach An Wei's level, it was considered higher that most of the qinggong pract.i.tioners in Qian Zou, thus, her hearing was quite good. She was able to hear the several footsteps outside. When someone spoke, her pupil contracted. She recognized the owner of that voice.

It was Xu Ji An.

XuanRong's eyes gleamed, an idea suddenly flashed inside her mind. She fell on the ground while clutching her cheeks. She looked like she had suffered such grievance. If one would see her right now, one would think that she was being maltreated. XuanRong lowered her head, waiting for the right cue.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Xu Ji An and XuanFei.

The two were not walking side by side, rather, it was as if Xu Ji An was in a hurry, walking at the front while XuanFei was meekly following him behind.

When the two entered the room, XuanRong was at the left side of the door, making her instantly visible in the eyes of the two.

"What is going on here?!"

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[1]. It consists of a narrow-cuffed, knee-length tunic tied with a sash, and a narrow, ankle-length skirt worn with a length of fabric that reached the knees.

[2]. Concubine

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