Wei Wenlan finished speaking with a smile and turned to leave, her waist swaying like a snake, radiant with the pride of spring breeze. Anyone could tell just how delighted she was.
The noblewomen's circle of the An Clan had always been controlled by An Xuetian and Mu Dongyuan. As the wife of Old Ninth and a member of the Sen Beast Clan, Wei Wenlan simply could not enter that circle. She was basically an outsider, and even when she went, she only suffered indignities.
Over all these years, her confidence had been battered terribly. On top of that, her children had yet to achieve anything notable, so she was naturally treated with even more coldness. Every time, all she could do was listen to them prattle on about raising children.
But now, An Shuang, An Xuanming, and those young geniuses the noblewomen's circle had praised to the skies had been crushed so miserably by Li Tianming. As his mother-in-law, how could she not feel vindicated?
It felt so damn good!
Her manner only made An Xuetian and the others burn with even greater rage.
Madam Moyang said coldly, "A petty person rises to power—how vile. This is barely anything, and she's already strutting around?"
An Taiyuan said indifferently, "Women like her are all the same, short-sighted as rats. She cannot even figure out that after this, that little beast will only become an even bigger target for the Divine Tomb Cult. Once he drags down her daughter, he'll drag down her and King Anyang too. And with that little beast's reckless way of doing things, he'll stir up trouble at every turn. Their family has plenty of suffering ahead. Can they even finish swallowing it all?"
"Don't just mention the Divine Tomb Cult. There's also the Supreme Emperor of