First Madam Luo sneered, "Ye Zi'an has been in jail for so long, yet you haven't managed to kill him."
"You only talk a good game."
Besides, it's not just that little bastard there; the Luos' little bastard is there too. Why don't you act? All you do is shout with no ability.
"Mother, what can we do? They have Prince Le's backing now."
Old Madam Luo, with her advancing age, increasingly enjoys the feeling of filial respect from her descendants. Here it is, late at night, and she wouldn't let First Madam Luo go rest. When she feels unwell, as a daughter-in-law, she must attend to her.
"It's all because of you, useless thing."
Feeling inexplicable resentment, First Madam Luo was displeased.
"Mother, what you said makes no sense. How is Prince Le's support related to me? It's not up to me to decide who Prince Le wants to support."
