What Qu Tan'er was thinking, who could possibly understand?
"Tan'er, your aunt she..."
Qu Tan'er cut her off, saying, "Mother, next time you want to come, just have the servants inform the Eighth Prince Manor, and I'll send someone to pick you up. Don't come all this way by yourself."
"Actually, it's not far. It's just a short walk."
"But I'm worried." Qu Tan'er expressed her concern.
Once one's temperament is set in their old age, could it be changed just by saying so? Lady Li had always been the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. Out of her sight, there's no guarantee that she wouldn't show her displeasure to her mother—just the fact that her mother didn't dare to even take the tea from just now was telling. If Lady Li got the upper hand, she herself was not afraid, but what about Mother?
"Princess Consort, I..." Lady Li continued to beg.
"Stand up. Kneeling is no use to me," Qu Tan'er said calmly.
"Can't you just help me this one time..."
