The Second Miss leaned against the window, peering out through a hole in the paper pane. When she saw Gu Erlang kneel, she wiped away a tear. 'She wished she had a brother like that, too.' As the daughter of a concubine, she was practically invisible in the eyes of her brother, the Princely Heir.
The old madam grew even more furious. "Fine, just fine! Your whole family protects that wretched girl. I say one little thing, and so many people jump to her defense."
"You didn't just buy some girl back; it seems you've brought home a matriarch to worship!"
The old madam raised her cane and struck Gu Erlang a few times. The Second Miss clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shrinking in fear.
Gu Erlang kept his head down, not making a sound.
Gu Zhang and Mrs. Chen watched anxiously, but they couldn't say a word. It was considered perfectly natural for a grandmother to discipline her grandson.
