An opulent little sedan chair entered the Nine Gates Commander's official residence.
Madam Wang's complexion was sallow, her cheeks haggard, and two new crow's-feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Ever since her imperial rank had been lowered and that lowborn woman had climbed atop her head to swagger and flaunt her power, she had become a laughingstock among the powerful, living day and night in humiliation.
She had thought her elder brother's intervention would surely punish the little bastard. Instead, after a trip through Jiangnan, not only had he escaped exile to Northern Liang, she heard he had even earned merit.
It was more than she could bear. Hatred drove her to the brink of madness!
She could worship the Buddha all day and wear her prayer cushion to shreds with her knees, yet it did no good. That little bastard only grew more glorious!
"Honored uncle."
Upon entering the hall, Jia Baoyu, who followed behind her, lowered his head and offered his respects.
Wang Ziteng leaned against his grand armchair, his thick brows deeply furrowed.
In a hoarse voice, Madam Wang said angrily:
"Brother, are you going to watch me suffer humiliation without lifting a finger? My health grows worse by the day!"
"The little bastard has luck on his side!" Wang Ziteng looked helpless.
Even a thunderous strike had been defused. Of all the times for the Weaving Bureau's silk to go missing, it had vanished just then, giving the Embroidered Uniform Guard room to maneuver.
He said sternly:
"Official business is heavy at year's end. After the new year, we'll flay him!"
Now that all pretense had been torn away, he would never let the matter rest!
Even an ant could shake a tree, after all. Besides, this little bastard was someone to be