"Mom!"
Shen Shixuan's eyes lit up; she clasped Jiang Ling's hand in return, and both shared a tacit glance towards Ye Shiqing.
"You're right, why should I lower myself to her level? Sooner or later, she'll be dead anyway."
Soon, the servant brought the medicine for the wound, and Jiang Ling personally applied it to Shen Shixuan.
"What about her then? Just let her carry on like this?" Shen Shixuan couldn't let it go as she went upstairs.
Jiang Ling, however, looked towards the upstairs where Shen Shichu had been standing, leaning over the railings for a long time.
She scolded, "Keep your own woman in line, especially her mouth. Don't let her go around spreading rumors."
Shen Shichu raised an eyebrow.
With Jiang Ling and Shen Shixuan ascending the stairs, the servants left Ye Shiqing thrown on the ground.
At that moment, she seemed to have vented enough, sitting on the ground disheveled, not crying or making a scene, yet her face still resembled that of a Fierce Ghost.
