"Mother, how can a single pot of flowers determine Yuanyuan's luck? Why fly into such a rage over a clumsy servant? Yunyuan possesses peerless talent; he will surely place high in the imperial examinations."
Mu Bingwen's words managed to strike a chord with Old Madam, and she withdrew her walking stick.
"Looking for me? Something the matter?" Old Madam looked up at Mu Bingwen.
Chapter 27