The cold wind was like a knife, cutting into Su Wanying's thin pajamas, as if it was about to completely separate her from the door of this prestigious prime minister's mansion.
Two stout women, one on the left and one on the right, held her with their iron-like arms. It was more like "throwing" than "giving away".
With a bang, the heavy door panel of the back door closed behind her, isolating her "home" for sixteen years.
Su Wanying staggered to her feet, feeling a sharp stinging pain in her ankle.
She didn't look back, or even look at the contemptuous faces of the two women.
Her eyes fell calmly on the two faded "Su Mansion" lanterns on the lintel. The lanterns swayed feebly in the cold wind, like two soulless eyes.
The housekeeper walked out from the half-open door, holding a dusty package in his hand.
His face was expressionless, but he didn't dare to look at Su Wanying. He just lowered his eyes and handed the package over.
"Girl, this is the intention of the prime minister and his wife. From now on, you will have nothing to do with the Su family. There are a few old clothes and five taels of silver in here. You can take care of it yourself."
