Xiuqin, seeing that Lady Zhao's complexion was unwell, asked cautiously, "Auntie, what did you say to Old Master Qi, did it go smoothly?"
Lady Zhao had only deliberated on her thoughts the night before and hadn't shared her ideas with anyone else, believing she could definitely win back the rightful treatment for her son. With confidence in the matter, she naturally harbored little resentment and felt no need to grumble to others.
However, now that things hadn't gone smoothly, almost as if she had run into a wall, the displeasure in Lady Zhao's heart sought an outlet. Upon hearing Xiuqin ask, she briefly recounted her thoughts and Qi Younian's response, her frustration and indignation evident in her words.
Xiuqin listened and couldn't help but inwardly lament; it went just as poorly as she had feared.
