Wen Ya suddenly looked up, her eyes already showing a hint of uncontrollable anger.
But Auntie Wu still smiled lightly, her tone gentle, as if she were merely making small talk.
"Miss Wen, lower your hand a bit."
Wen Ya bit her lip hard, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger that had reached her head, lowering the cup in her hands.
Auntie Wu gently poured hot water into the teacup.
"Miss Wen, a little lower."
Wen Ya lowered her hand further, and Old Lady Bo suddenly snorted: "Is it that your legs can't kneel?"
"Madam! This is private punishment, and if I decide to escalate, the law won't favor you!"
Old Lady Bo's expression was calm, "The law? You talk law with me, being a relic of feudalism."
She extended her hand, and a servant next to her handed over a cane. The old lady shakily got up, her hands crossed and leaning on the cane's handle.
