Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1047: Malicious

Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Malicious

"Prime Minister, how can you let her off just like that? This woman is malicious and has caused the death of our son; Haor will never rest in peace, ah woo woo woo...!" Nineteenth Aunt wailed and sobbed.

She wailed for a while.

Suddenly, she felt an eerie silence around her, shivered uncontrollably, and turned her head in confusion to look...

There stood the Lady of the Prime Minister’s Residence behind her like a specter, holding a piece of porcelain, glaring at her with wide, angry eyes.

"You... you... what do you want to do?"

Nineteenth Aunt, seeing this, felt a chill in her heart, forgetting even to wipe her tears and snot. When the Prime Minister was present, she had been fearless. Now left alone, she naturally felt somewhat afraid of the madam.

Although this woman appeared gentle as water in front of the husband, seemingly very understanding, and even daily encouraged the Prime Minister to be fair in his affections among all courtyards and to bear more children for the family...

In reality, she was a woman with a vicious heart.

She couldn’t even tolerate the Prime Minister’s only son.

Poor Haor, my dear son!

Thinking of this, Nineteenth Aunt couldn’t help but sob softly.

"You vixen spirit, weren’t you acting so arrogant just a moment ago? What’s the matter? Now that the Prime Minister is gone and no one is here to watch you put on an act, drop the pretense."

"Pretense? You are a mother too, how can you say such things in vain?"

Nineteenth Aunt raised her head, her eyes red and swollen like walnuts, obviously devastated by her son’s death. She stared at the madam with disbelief.

"You deserved it, being so young and instead of choosing someone else, you insisted on becoming our house’s Concubine." When the Prime Minister’s Wife spoke of this, she was filled with anger.

If this vixen spirit had to enter the door, so be it; after all, the Prime Minister had many women, one more or one less made no difference.

The problem was, this vixen spirit actually bore a son.

Ever since then, the Prime Minister treated her like a treasure, not even regarding her, the Main Wife, in his eyes. Remembering this made her boil with rage. That she didn’t finish off that brat earlier was out of mercy.

Now everything is settled, with the death of her child, and yet she had made her go to the nunnery to become a nun. The more the madam thought about it, the angrier she got, wishing she could strangle this little cheap person herself.

"When I first entered this household, weren’t you also delighted, madam?"

"Bah!"

The madam spat fiercely and said with full wrath: "You think, which woman would be willing to accept a concubine for their husband? I must have been a fool to agree to share my husband with you."

Every time she thought about these women, naked and draped over the Prime Minister’s belly, she found it unbearable.

But in a major household like this, if you don’t appear meek and virtuous, others will say you lack the manner of a noble family, and even the Prime Minister might find you repulsive. So, even if unwilling at heart, she had to pretend to be magnanimous on the outside and even help him arrange marriages. Thinking about it made her sick.

The madam was filled with pent-up rage because she had not given the Prime Minister a son, not only enduring the constant influx of women but now, in her old age, being reduced to a nun because of a Concubine’s son.

Nineteenth Aunt now understood that all the tolerance and generosity the madam displayed in front of the Prime Minister was just a façade.

"Lady Ma, what deep schemes you have!"

"Slap!"

The madam slapped her hard across the face: "You lowly vixen spirit, how dare you call upon my name?"

Nineteenth Aunt was stunned for a moment but then suddenly burst into uproarious laughter.