Unfortunately, Yan Yile was not appreciative, "Great-aunt, since you think marrying up is not good, then why didn't you stop my eldest sister from marrying into the Prince Residence? Isn't she also marrying up? Aren't you afraid she will be aggrieved?"
Madam Li was once again so stifled by Yan Yile's words that her chest hurt.
Just now, she was being compared to Yishuang, and now, to her own daughter.
It wasn't that she favored her own daughter, but this niece really needed to take a good look at herself in the mirror—from top to bottom, in what way could she compare to her daughter?
Madam Li really wanted to pry open her head to see if it was filled with water. She truly did not know where her confidence came from.
Seeing that Madam Li was at a loss for words after being questioned by her, a hint of smugness passed through Yan Yile's eyes as she laughed, "Great-aunt, you always talk about treating everyone equally, but your actual actions have always been discriminatory."
