"Lin Xixi! Did you hear that? What a great thing! His Majesty is going to marry you to Chen Yushi!"
The aunt's mother Wang's voice was sharp and bright, like a silver hairpin tempered with poison, piercing Lin Xixi's ears and jerking her out of a pile of account books.
Lin Xixi, the transparent concubine of the Lin family, was currently worried about the abacus and account books she had secretly hidden - Mrs. Wang had robbed her of an extra 300 yuan for the oil and water purchased for the kitchen this month. Without raising her head, she subconsciously replied: "Oh, Chen Yushi... Who is it?"
The maid next to her, Xiao Tao, turned pale. She pulled her sleeves hard and her voice trembled: "Miss! Chen, Chen Yushi! It's that... The old, old, old lady who turns sixty this year, and the concubine in the house can arrange three tables of horses, and her grandson is two years older than you!"
"Clang!"
The abacus in Lin Xixi's hand hit her foot directly. She hissed in pain, but she didn't care at all.
Sixty? Are her grandchildren older than her? Filling a house? !
Her vision went dark, as if she saw that her wonderful future—no, it was a future of retirement—had not even begun yet, but she was about to fall into a terrifying abyss of fighting between wives and concubines, serving the old man, and maybe being buried with him in the end!
Screw saving money! Go to hell! How is this a marriage? This is going directly to the burial!
She raised her head suddenly and looked at her aunt at the door who smiled with satisfaction because of her gaffe, and the violent soul of a modern social animal in her heart finally exploded completely.
This breaks the ancient rules! This is a broken marriage without human rights!
She set the table!
