The Poor Family's Mother-in-Law Refuses an Imperial Title

“Waaah... sob... I’m... so miserable! Waaah... so miserable!”

Whenever this woman cried, it was like someone had turned on a faucet. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

“Yuniang?”

“My dear?”

“Waaah... I’m not... sob... I’m not...” I’m not Yuniang! You wretched driver!

Song Heng was dumbfounded.

“All this silver is yours. The household money is yours, too.”

“Or is there something you’re unhappy with? Just tell me, and I’ll definitely...”

“Dad! Mom! Open the door!!”

Song Heng looked at the woman who had suddenly raised her head and stopped wailing, then at the door his stepchildren were pounding with a thunderous clatter. His face darkened on the spot. This time, for real.