"Master, madam, you're back?" Wang Yiniang heard Ye Jiaming's voice and quickly let go of the maid's hand, turning around to smile awkwardly.

  Even with the old lady as her backing, she couldn't force Ye Jiaming to spend the night in her room. So in front of Ye Jiaming, she was forever gentle and virtuous, using this to set off Zheng's former toughness. Today, although she felt that she couldn't show weakness in front of Gong, the habits formed over the years still couldn't be changed overnight.

  "Miss..." The maid was also quite something, her eyes brimming with tears as she held out the somewhat swollen wrist in front of Mrs. Gong.

  Gong's eyes swept over the maid's hands, then stared at Wang Niang for a moment without saying a word. She led Ye Jiaming up the steps and just as they were about to enter the door, she suddenly stopped and said: "Sir, I want to change my clothes. Can you ask them to wait outside for a while?"

  "Alright, alright." Ye Jiaming smiled and responded repeatedly, then turned his head around, straightened his face to Wang Yiniang who was following behind and preparing to enter the door: "You all, wait outside for a while first." As he spoke, he didn't even turn his head back and led Gong Shi into the house.

  "Old master, this..." Wang's wife stared at the swaying door curtain beads in front of her, her expression dazed.

  Yè Zhū Cháng let out a long sigh from afar and said to Qiū Yuè, "Just wait." Gōng Shì was clearly going to give these people a warning shot; this stop would likely be brief.

  With a prepared mind, Ye Zhuo stood there calmly. But Wang Yiniang was originally not convinced in her heart, and thinking about the gentle and considerate appearance of Ye Jiaming towards Gong Shi earlier, now she didn't know how intimate they were inside, her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, standing there gritting her teeth and staring at the pearl curtain swaying gently in the wind, her mind constantly wanting to curse and be ruthless.

  Gong's clothes took almost half an hour to change, with Ye Jia Ming present. Wang Yiniang didn't dare to be presumptuous and just had Ye Ke call out in a loud voice that her feet were sore.

  It's unclear whether it was because Gong felt that this display of authority was enough, or if Ye had taken pity on his daughter, but finally, when Ye Jue called out for the fourth time that her legs ached, a maid emerged from the house, lifted the pearl curtain and said: "The mistress is inviting you in."

  "Let's go, it's over." Ye Zhuo saw Wang Yiniang enter the main house and stepped up onto the steps.

  Following Ye Jue into the house, he saw Ye Jia Ming and Gong Shi sitting on either side of the hall. The furnishings in the hall were sumptuous and grand, far more luxurious than Zheng's original residence.

  This time, Mrs. Gong didn't make things difficult for anyone. As soon as everyone arrived, a servant girl placed a cushion on the floor in front of Mrs. Gong, and then the maid whose wrist had been pinched by Wang's wife handed a cup of tea to Wang's wife on a tray.

  "Th...th..." Wang's wife trembled with her lips, looking at Ye Jiaming, "Master, I am a noble concubine and also the old lady's own niece, how can I be made to kneel down to the mistress?"

  She was afraid that this new madam would not understand her status and could not help but tell the relationship with the old lady in person.

  Ye Jiaming hadn't even spoken yet when Gong Shi coldly said, "A noble concubine is still a concubine. Does Wang Shiniang think that just because you are one, you have become the wife?"

  This time, Wang didn't need to pretend, and tears burst forth from her eyes as she gazed at Ye Jiaming with a sorrowful expression, her voice trembling as she called out: "Brother..." Tears began to fall one by one from the corners of her eyes.

  Before, although she was not as beautiful as Zheng, just by putting on this look and calling out "brother-in-law", Ye Jiaming would think that Zheng had wronged her again and would certainly detest Zheng even more. Now, this Gong is not even half as beautiful as Zheng, I suppose Master will dislike her even more?

  Ye Jiaming glanced at Wang Yiniang, but calmly shifted his gaze away and said coldly: "Madam is right, you are also a concubine, etiquette cannot be abandoned, you should hurry up and kneel down to pay your respects."

  "Old Master......" Wang's wife stared at Ye Jiaming with wide eyes, full of incredulity.

  "Managing the children is my responsibility as the mistress. But Wang ignored my words and kept calling out for Master, it seems she doesn't take me seriously at all!" Gong said slowly, using the lid of her teacup to scoop off the foam floating on top of the tea.

  Originally, from the moment she entered the house, what she wanted to collect first was that legitimate daughter Ye Zhuo, and only then this Concubine Wang in front of her.

  Although she didn't care about Ye Jiaming, nor did she care about this Ye Manor. But since marrying in, there was such a big legitimate daughter pressing down on her, constantly reminding her that she was a stepmother, which made her uncomfortable. Since she was uncomfortable, then others shouldn't think they can be comfortable either, including Ye Zhuo and that stubborn old thing who refused to demote Ye Zhuo to the status of an illegitimate daughter!

  Unexpectedly, this foolish Wang Yiniang actually took the initiative to oppose herself, it's simply ignorant of death! She thought that relying on Ye Jia Lao Tai Tai's power, she could ignore her own mistress? Or did she think she was that brainless and unsupported Zheng Shi?

  She had originally thought that she would let it slide for the sake of Old Lady Wang's face and quietly put up with this Wang Yiniang, so as to avoid confronting Old Lady Wang as soon as she entered the door. Now that she has come looking for trouble, being so insolent, then she'll deal with her first!

  Wang Yiniang finally shifted her gaze away from Ye Jiaming's face, seemingly acknowledging the reality, and curtsied to Gongshi: "I dare not!"

  Gong put the teacup on the table and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Since you don't dare, then kneel down and offer tea." He flicked the handkerchief again, "Li'er, bring the tea over."

  "Yes." The maid who had once been grabbed by Wang's wife handed over a cup of tea with a response.

  Lier? Wang Yiniang raised her head and stared at the maid with a fierce gaze. Her name was Wang Liyun, how could that maid's name be the same as hers? Thinking of this, she turned her attention back to Ye Jiaming, hoping he would see her compromise and step in to resolve the matter. Even if it was changed to Lier, she would have saved some face.

  Ye Jiaming received her pleading gaze, thinking that this Wang Yiniang was favored by the old lady after all. Sometimes, when he couldn't say something himself, he had to rely on her whispering in the old lady's ear. So he coughed and turned his head to Gong Shi: "Wanyin, Wang Yiniang's name is Luyun. This Lier, I'm afraid it's a repeat of her name, let's change it!"

  "Oh?" Gong's eyebrows rose, and she turned to look at Wang Niang, suddenly laughing, then raised an eyebrow, slanting her gaze at Ye Jiaming, saying in a coquettish tone: "But, husband, everyone has been calling me that for so long, it would be hard to change now. I think it's no big deal, just one more word, right? This Wang Niang is already a niang, and I'm not prepared for my Lier to become your niang in the future and give birth to children for you. Who knows who will be more precious, why must my Lier change?"

  So, Gong brought this maid as a dowry, intending to make her his concubine? Ye Jiaming looked at the lovely maid with raised eyes, feeling delighted in his heart. Moreover, Gong's coquettish appearance was his favorite, and he had already forgotten about Wang Yiniang and Li Yiniang. He turned to smile at Gong and said: "Wan Ying, you are the mistress, and you have the final say in household matters."

  Gong smiled back at him and said in a soft voice: "Thank you, sir."

  The queen stood there, feeling as if something was stuck in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She could only slightly open her mouth and take deep breaths, which made her feel a little better.

  At this moment, Lier held the cup of tea and said with a mocking expression: "Wang Ayi, hurry up and offer the tea. The madam is pregnant, she got up early today to pay her respects, and has been busy until now without even taking a break. Now you're making such a fuss about offering tea, the madam can't take all this commotion."

  Now, a little servant girl dares to climb onto her own head and defecate! Wang's wife is so angry that she's trembling all over. But the situation is stronger than people, Ye Jiaming doesn't even see himself at this moment; Old Master Ye only has profit in his eyes, naturally favoring Gong's family; Even Old Lady Ye might blame herself for being too meddlesome later on. Forget it, forget it, this fact was recognized long ago, wasn't it?

  Wang Yini took a deep breath, trembling as she picked up the teacup with her hands, knelt on the grass mat, and raised the cup to her forehead, saying: "Sister, please have some tea."