Zhou Biyao's complexion was ashen, her body moved slightly as if wanting to step forward to support Lady Zhao, yet she seemed hesitant. With so many people in the room, it was clear to anyone what Lady Zhao's intentions were by kneeling only to her. Even if she did step forward to help, Lady Zhao probably wouldn't stand up, and it might even lead to more drama.
How could Third Brother Wong's mother act like this? Zhou Biyao's eyes reddened, and she clenched her lips tightly, fearing she wouldn't be able to control her emotions and would burst into tears.
"Madam Zhao, why didn't you kneel and bow to my mother and me as well? Do you look down on me because of my reputation as an Abandoned Wife and thus disdain my mother as well?" Ye Xinyan, sitting on a chair at the end of the guest hall, spoke up cheerfully.
She waved at Zhou Biyao, "Biyao, come sit here, it seems I need to bask in your glory."
