Jiang Shuyue suddenly felt a little sorry for Bai Yulan.
People always said the way to bind a man to you was through his stomach, but in the Zhou Family, winning Zhou Yunshen over meant maintaining good relations with his children.
Only after marrying him had she discovered how much Zhou Yunshen valued his children.
What Bai Yulan had done today had destroyed even her chances of entering the Zhou Family as a concubine.
The sudden pity in Jiang Shuyue's eyes utterly infuriated Bai Yulan.
She grabbed Bai Rou's arm, and the moment she put on an aggrieved expression, Bai Rou exploded.
"Does the Jiang Family think it's so great? Humiliating people in the street and treating us as though we're beneath your notice-how arrogant!"
No one answered him, and silence fell over the scene.
Huahua: "Host, aren't you going to fire back?"
Jiang Shuyue: "I'd love to, but his wig is too distracting. Every time I look at him, I want to laugh."
Huahua: "...It certainly does draw the eye..."
His wig was already crooked. As he worked himself up and sprayed spittle, it began trembling, swaying back and forth as though it might fall off at any moment.
Jiang Shuyue: "His wig moves so regularly. It's got such rhythm!"
Huahua: "He gets carriage sickness. After arriving in the Imperial Capital by carriage yesterday, he puked like a dog. The two maids who helped him bathe were worked half to death and already full of resentment. This morning, they still had to help him bathe, perfume him with incense, and serve him a breakfast of twenty-four side dishes."
"The two maids were exhausted. In their groggy state, they used two fewer hairpins and didn't secure his hair properly, so this happened."
Jiang Shuyue sighed inwardly. Servants working in a