When the Palace Mistress saw Di Beiming and Yun Chujiu chiming in, she was so angry that she wanted to brush her sleeves and leave. However, when she heard Yun Chujiu say the word 'filial', she had a new idea, hence, she said indifferently, "Little Trash, are you just saying that? Do you truly want to be filial to me?"
Yun Chujiu nodded obediently, "Of course I meant it sincerely. Do you have something you want me to do?"
"My shoulder is a little sore. Help me massage it!" The Palace Mistress said coldly. She thought to herself, 'I'll torture you! If You're mad at me, I don't believe that Bei Ming will still protect you.'
"Massage your shoulders? Sure, I'm the best at it! I often massage brother Bei Ming's shoulders!" Yun Chujiu did not hesitate at all. She stood up and walked behind the Palace Mistress and began massaging her.
"Didn't you just finish your snack? Use more strength!"
"Are you trying to kill me? Be gentle!"