Xiao Yan still understood. That day the young miss had loudly shouted at the front gate that the Old Madam and the General were not mother and son by blood. At the time, she'd been startled too—she had served the Old Madam for so many years and had never heard of such a thing, because the relationship between the General and the Old Madam had always been very good.
Xiao Yan wiped away her tears and said softly, "Old Madam, please don't think too much. The General treats you quite well."
The Old Madam's triangular eyes widened; she barked sharply, "You sold out your Master, and you still have the nerve to talk?"
Kneeling on the ground, Xiao Yan knocked her head hard against the floor again and again: "Old Madam, spare my life, Old Madam, spare my life. This maid will never dare do it again."
