Everyone hopes the man in charge lives to be a hundred, ideally passing away after them.

If not, once the man dies, the estate will be inherited by the legitimate son, and those women who previously competed with the principal wife will have a bad end.

Listening to the roomful of women crying, Li Shan’s face grew darker and darker.

Besides, Concubine Sun said something quite right; treating sisters dismissively now, what kind of future could there be?

Moreover, he felt Yang Aoshuang’s words were too much; it was just a bowl of tea, why get so furious and say such unpleasant things?

"Enough!" Li Shan finally couldn’t bear it anymore and spoke up, "A maid is a maid; if she dares to talk back to her master, she should be beaten to death."

Xiaohong, standing behind Li Luru, shivered.

He then looked at Yang Aoshuang, "Miss Le is your daughter, so is the Second Miss; why say such unpleasant things? If word gets out, what good will it do for you? Everyone in Wangshui Town knows these children were taught by you? Aren’t you slapping your own face by saying this now?"

Yang Aoshuang was so furious she almost fell backward, claiming she taught them? Clearly, it was Concubine Sun who taught them.

Meanwhile, Li Luru felt her father’s attitude was quite odd; both of her parents are somewhat greedy for wealth. Now knowing she will soon be Princess Consort An, based on his usual attitude, he wouldn’t say such things about her and her mother in front of so many people.

But now, he clearly hasn’t considered her future status.

Looking over at Li Mengru, she surprisingly had an expression of pride mingled with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Miss Le, your mother and I need to discuss your dowry; you should head back first."

Li Luru was surprised, looking at everyone, seemingly no inclination to leave. And her father didn’t seem to intend to dismiss everyone either.

Thinking of Li Mengru’s expression just now, she couldn’t help but murmur to herself, feeling something might be off.

Thinking this, she still paid her respects and left.

Once she was out the door, a servant immediately came to close it, which made her feel even stranger.

She signaled to Xiaohong, and the two tiptoed to the window, intending to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. Just as she reached there, Concubine Sun’s close maid came over and asked loudly enough for those inside to hear, "Third Miss, what are you doing standing here?"

"My lady lost something, is it not okay for us to look for it?" Xiaohong replied in a bad tone.

"Do you need help from us maids?" the maid inquired upon hearing.

Xiaohong sneered, "No need."

Li Luru knew she couldn’t continue listening, so she led Xiaohong back to her own courtyard, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

Back in the front hall, after she left and the children were sent out, Li Shan’s face grew even darker.

Even the wives of Li Dasha’s brothers sensed something unusual.

"What does Old Master want to say? Why did he send Miss Le away?"

"Bang..." Li Shan’s tea bowl smashed onto the ground.

Yang Aoshuang looked over calmly.

Seeing her so composed, Li Shan felt even more frustrated, and his tone became harsher, "Let me ask you, is Luru really a descendant of our Li Family?"

"What..."

"..."

"Father..."

This one sentence made everyone in the room widen their eyes in shock; the implication of these words was quite substantial.

Li Dasha was the first to voice dissatisfaction, "Father, what kind of question is that? How is mother supposed to face others in the future?"

"Exactly!" Third Young Master Li stood up too, glaring angrily at Concubine Sun.