The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 791: Unreasonable

Not to mention how Princess Consort Ji appears harmonious on the surface, but secretly they’re all complaining about each other. Over in the main courtyard, Wan Chun was tenderly applying medicine to her master.

"It’s just a bit of bruising, don’t cry over it. It doesn’t even hurt."

Princess Consort Min looked at Wan Chun helplessly.

Wan Chun wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffing, and said, "How can it not hurt? I specifically picked up that backscratcher, it’s made of solid wood, it hurts a lot when it hits your hand. Look, your arm is all bruised. The Dowager is truly ruthless."

It’s bad enough when it hits the hand, but if it had hit the head, wouldn’t there be blood all over?

"She was just angry." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Wan Chun snorted coldly, "Does being angry mean she can take it out on her daughter-in-law? I’ve never seen any mother-in-law lay hands on her daughter-in-law like this, only those peasant families would behave this way."

Saying this, she thought of something and added, "Ah, right, her background is also that of a peasant family, she must be accustomed and used to it."

"Wan Chun." Princess Consort Min glared at her reproachfully, shaking her head disapprovingly.

Disasters come from careless words; one must be cautious in speech.

Wan Chun pouted, "You were raised with meticulous care from childhood, where have you ever suffered this kind of mistreatment? After getting married, you have to endure this, even that Concubine can provoke you. What does she count for, merely relying on the Dowager’s power for prestige."

"How could I forget? When I was three, I also scraped my leg." Princess Consort Min touched her knee.

Wan Chun was momentarily speechless, awkwardly saying, "That was so long ago, and you still remember it."

"I remember. At that time, it was only you there, advising me not to cry."

Upon hearing this, Wan Chun felt a bit sorrowful. Other little girls would have their parents to cuddle them when hurt, but what did her master have?

Afraid that bringing up the past would touch her master’s sadness, Wan Chun changed the subject, "The Dowager is really unreasonable, I can’t believe they don’t know what’s happening within the Xia Clan. You can’t even wear something plain; do they really want you in bright reds and purples? If words get out, what would you become, and what good reputation would it bring to Prince Min Mansion?"

"Silly Wan Chun, why would they care about my reputation or the family clan? They only care about their own interests and honor. If you dwell on it, you’re only making yourself suffer."

Wan Chun pursed her lips, "But even so, they don’t even bother to give you face?"

"Face is earned, not given by others. Enough, don’t say more. How I wish to dress is my own affair, no matter how much they talk, it won’t work. Besides, I’m not dressed entirely in white; even if brought before the Empress Dowager, I’d stand my ground. Why care? The more you care, the more their pride grows, and they use it to manipulate you, which only elevates them."

Princess Consort Min smiled slightly, "Go light some more lamps. I want to copy a few volumes of the Rebirth Scripture tonight. Just some millet porridge for dinner, I don’t have much appetite."

Wan Chun hesitated, wanting to say something but stopped.

"Go on, the mourning hall should be set up tomorrow, and we must go to the funeral too." Princess Consort Min said indifferently.

Wan Chun felt uneasy at heart, kneeled and saluted before walking away.

She looked back, seeing her master sitting by the window on the Arhat bed, with one hand supporting her chin, lost in thought, accompanied only by the dim yellow oil lamp, appearing extremely lonely.

The sound of rain pattered outside the window, and she alone was desolated.

Wan Chun turned her head, suppressing the sour feeling in her heart, and went out to call for help.

Her master suffered so much.