Miss Yan exhaled harshly.
With a cold face, she turned around and looked toward the Yan Family Master: "Mother, just think, if the one you served back then was still alive, how could she bear to see her descendants in such a miserable state? Hasn't she lost enough face over the years?"
Yan Xiyu spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground.
"You wretched maid!"
This Miss Yan, though she could be considered a notable figure in all of Dongcui City, usually kept a low profile, her brilliance completely overshadowed by Yan Xiyu's arrogance.
But now, Yan Xiyu was actually scolding Miss Yan as a 'wretched maid'?
The word maid implies servant, lower class, servant girl, handmaid, a seemingly ordinary term, but when placed upon the head of the Yan family's eldest daughter, it's a genuine affront to her dignity.
However, Miss Yan did not get angry.
"Wretched?"
Instead, she let out a cold laugh.
"Our branch, though servants, have never been wretched."
