Nothing more than a woman born from a troupe, only able to rise after the main wife fell, Helian Yu had always looked down on that old hag from the bottom of her heart.
The opera house sang grand plays for three days straight, and now that she was on top, she feared no one would know her origins. Even though she climbed her way up, she still couldn't change the pettiness ingrained in her very bones.
And yet, with such a lowly background, she managed to take control of the Yu family's core and trample upon the heads of Jingzhou's entire upper echelon.
Helian Yu deeply understood the truth that fortune and misfortune alternate in turns. Therefore, she had to make preparations. She'd had enough of Qingzhou and must seize this opportunity to orchestrate her plans well…
Helian Yu's gaze shifted, landing on the young boy.
Her lips curved slightly, her eyes carrying a trace of arrogance.
