Su Qiao truly felt that Ye Shaoxuan and his mother had been treated unfairly.
His mother had waited at home, heavily pregnant, for her husband to return, while her husband had found a new love elsewhere and was traveling around with her.
After finally surviving countless dangers and giving birth to him with great difficulty, she had lost her life, leaving behind a premature son who still mattered less than his father's new love.
No wonder Ye Shaoxuan felt no familial affection for this household or for his so-called father.
Madam Ye's expression changed. She glared sharply at Su Qiao. "What are you trying to do? Drive a wedge between my husband and me, and between my husband and Xuan'er?"
"What are you supposed to be? How dare you—"
Su Qiao cut her off with a cold laugh. "Ha, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet."
"They say that love for a person extends to those dear to them. Madam Ye has always appeared gentle and kind, and you and the Fortress Lord have shared deep affection as husband and wife for many years. But now it seems that your feelings for the Fortress Lord amount to nothing more than this."
"Otherwise, you would never have chosen a woman of such status as a concubine for the Fortress Lord's only son—the future Fortress Lord of Flying Eagle Fortress."
A Skinny Horse woman was, in truth, only slightly better than a prostitute. Both were looked down upon and treated as objects that could be trampled on at will.
Even families with some status would, at most, buy one to serve as a singer or dancer for entertainment. They would not even grant her a formal title, let alone a place in a prestigious martial-world power like