"Mrs. Wang... it's not what you think" 。Jia Xi immediately panicked and stood up. This Wang Fu-niang was the mistress of Ling Houfu. 。,"Hmph, this little wretch is already in such a state, does he think he can do anything" Wang Fu looked at Mo Yun, who was weak and emaciated on the sickbed, and said disdainfully. 。,Four years ago, this Wang Fu hated to think of anything but elevating herself. Complimenting anyone and everyone as a hero or the son of heaven was commonplace for her. 。Now, seemingly to cover up that previous humiliation, Wang Mrs. doubled down on belittling herself. 。"Madam Wang, these matters have nothing to do with Mo Yun. Please, show her mercy!" Jia Xi lowered her head and whispered softly. 。"Hmph, if it weren't for the fear of causing a commotion and sullying the reputation of my Ling Houfu, I would have ripped this little beast's limbs off today!" 。。