"What is it?" The old lady was trying her best to raise her spirits.
Madam Zhang said mysteriously, "I remember you saying that your little granddaughter back home is the young woman who got pregnant with a few children out of wedlock. Is her name Qi Qingyao?"
"Yes, what about it?" Why was she bringing up that accursed person? The old lady's mood dropped even lower; she found herself unwilling to listen any further.
"I just wanted to make sure," Madam Zhang said excitedly.
"Make sure of what?" The woman's words were not making any sense.
Madam Zhang first took a sip of water then said, "My uncle is responsible for feeding the horses in the stables of Young Master Han's home. According to hearsay, something happened in the Upper East these past few days."
"What does that have to do with me?" She had no interest in the matters of the rich; they had nothing to do with her.