The manager's mother felt humiliated by this punishment and cried and yelled about jumping into a well to commit suicide.
The eldest young lady snorted coldly: "Go ahead, go ahead, once you drown yourself, your soul can meet me again, and see how I continue to torment you then."
The manager's mother was so frightened that she no longer dared to wail, and together with her son, they knelt for three days and three nights in front of the little embroiderer girls' sleeping place, and were finally driven out of the house.
Since then, her days have improved. Not only does no one in the needlework yard dare to bully her, but even those high-ranking sons and daughters, and the legitimate young masters and ladies, come to her to measure sizes, and speak very politely.
She was somewhat anxious, yet very much enjoyed this feeling of making clothes. Many materials were so precious that most embroiderers in the world hadn't even seen them, let alone used them.
