82 Steward? 5yr

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Ye Qing Luo took her gaze to Zi Ling.
She understood her Miss' intentions. Quickly she assisted Ye Feng Yu to cross over the threshold of the doorway.
Second Madame's upper eyelids raised in a stare as a few of the accomplices stood over to block Zi Ling's way.
"Without Old Master's permission, the Eighth Young Master shall remain kneeling in the Ancestral Hall!"
She snarled more than she spoke.
Didn't Ye Qing Luo care for her brother?
It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine and watched her loved ones suffer.
This was the taste of sweet revenge for hurting her daughters!
The more she thought about it, her cold fury that was burning with danger intensified.
With clenched fists, her gentle facial features revealed traces of murderous intent: "Escort the Eighth Young Master back to the ancestral hall!"
To break through from the group of women wasn't going to be an easy job. After all one's crippled and the other was injured.
All of a sudden, a silence force blasted out just when the servants were about to pull them apart.
The attendants were inexplicably beaten out.
Panic-stricken, she stepped back and gave a look of horror.
Second Madame always had an awk