"You, a woman without a proper status, bringing two children who don't even carry the Shang family name, can't wait to live in the Shang family's mansion. Every day, you dress yourself up like the lady of the Shang family, calling yourself a concubine with nice words, but otherwise, you're nothing more than a mistress—or worse, you're no different from the women standing under streetlights. And those so-called bastards of yours are being addressed as young master and young lady. Tell me, isn't this what you mean when you talk about things being rotten?"
Shang Xixia's voice was indifferent, her expression calm, seemingly composed, yet it was like a silent blade stabbing deep into Xiang Fengmei's heart, twisting viciously and leaving her bleeding.
What mattered most to her? Of course, it was that to this day Shang Yide hadn't given her a proper title or even shown any intention of marrying her!
