Her hair was still styled in a noblewoman's coiffure, but after a night being blown by the wind, it was a bit disheveled. Her clothes, in a rich bamboo color, were wrinkled, looking quite embarrassingly disheveled.
No one came to help, so Wen Ya propped herself up on the sofa, placing her hands awkwardly in front of her.
She called out, "Sister."
Old Lady Bo felt nauseated.
Auntie Wu reminded her, "Miss Wen, you should address her as Madam."
Wen Ya squeezed the palm of her hand, her lips pale, reluctantly pulling at them, "It was my oversight. Indeed, I should address Sister as Madam."
Auntie Wu, with an unchanged expression, reminded her, "It's Madam. Miss Wen should know her place."
This implied that she, someone who had walked in from the back door as a concubine, did not even have the qualification to enter the ancestral hall, let alone call the rightful wife "Sister."
Wen Ya's face showed humiliation, but she could only smile apologetically, saying, "Yes..."
