Chapter 1801: Feudal Relic

Wen Ya suddenly looked up, her eyes already showing a hint of uncontrollable anger.

But Auntie Wu still smiled lightly, her tone gentle, as if she were merely making small talk.

“Miss Wen, lower your hand a bit.”

Wen Ya bit her lip hard, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger that had reached her head, lowering the cup in her hands.

Auntie Wu gently poured hot water into the teacup.

“Miss Wen, a little lower.”

Wen Ya lowered her hand further, and Old Lady Bo suddenly snorted: “Is it that your legs can’t kneel?”

“Madam! This is private punishment, and if I decide to escalate, the law won’t favor you!”

Old Lady Bo’s expression was calm, “The law? You talk law with me, being a relic of feudalism.”

She extended her hand, and a servant next to her handed over a cane. The old lady shakily got up, her hands crossed and leaning on the cane’s handle.

“Teach her well about the rules of being a concubine; otherwise, those from the Capital City will really think any random cat or dog can jump around in front of me.”

Auntie Wu responded.

Once the old lady left, Wen Ya immediately got up from the ground.

Auntie Wu wasn’t in a hurry, called two bodyguards in, and forced Wen Ya to kneel. She leisurely adjusted the kettle to pour a thin stream of water.

The scalding hot water spilled out, and Wen Ya nearly lost her grip. Auntie Wu said coolly: “Miss Wen, our madam isn’t in a good mood. She’s just teaching you the rules now, and if you don’t cooperate, it won’t be just a simple punishment later. After all, given your status, even in the Bo Family, it’s hard to find anything to stand on your side, right?”

Wen Ya’s eyes turned red, filled with resentment and helplessness.

After Old Lady Bo went upstairs, she called Nan Jiaojiao. As soon as the call connected, she eagerly said in a tone seeking praise, “Jiaojiao, grandma helped you vent your anger. I made Wen Ya kneel outside the ancestral hall all night, and she’s still at my house now. Don’t worry, how she bullied you, I’ll make her pay back. With grandma here, you don’t need to care about anyone, understand?”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled lightly, “Got it, grandma.”

“Just remember, the Bo Family in Rongcheng City is always your backing. Xiao San and I both care for you. We wouldn’t let you suffer any grievance. If it ever happens again, you just tell me, and grandma will support you.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, her smile unbroken, “Okay, thank you, grandma.”

“Why are you thanking me! Come back for dinner this weekend, grandma will make rice wine balls.”

Nan Jiaojiao teased, “Grandma, are you cooking yourself?”

The old lady was so embarrassed her voice was choked back, “I’ll personally instruct the kitchen to make it!”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed softly, “Grandma, I’ll call you back later. It’s not good to slack off during work hours if someone sees.”

“Alright, then you focus, grandma will hang up now.”

The old lady didn’t hesitate, nor was she pretentious. When she said she would hang up, she did.

Nan Jiaojiao put the phone in her pocket and stuck the lollipop back in her mouth.

Today wasn’t busy, with a few media outlets visiting the set.

The media allowed into the set were approved by Director Chen. He stood in the middle, with Xiao Yu and Shu Jin on either side, and other supporting actors nearby.

Yang Yi stood at the very edge, with no media surrounding her. She smiled awkwardly, but her lips were slightly stiff as she listened to them answer questions the reporters had gone through long ago.

Yang Yi couldn’t get a word in, and finally, when she heard a clear question, just as the microphone was handed to her, the joy on her face hadn’t remained before another hand pushed it away.