The old lady was leaning against the head of the bed, her face stern as she asked, "Has that hateful girl Afu arrived at the mansion?"
"She has." Mrs. Jiang replied.
"Why didn't she come to An Hall to greet me? Is it that I no longer exist in her eyes, that she considers her mother-in-law beneath her? Even you, my daughter-in-law?" The old lady began to cry, bellowing, "Jiang, just because I am old and senile, doesn't mean you can neglect me. In your eyes, I'm just a powerless old woman, whereas that deplorable girl is a daughter-in-law of the Yong'an Marquis Manor. So doting on me isn't as beneficial as fawning over her?"
Years of grievance and today's rage surged to Mrs. Jiang's mind, her fists in her sleeves clenched as she glared at the old lady.
The look in her eyes startled the old lady, who shouted, "Jiang, what kind of look is that? I'm going to tell my son, you're unfilial!"