"You are my master's master. We can only do whatever you want us to do. Who am I to say whether I am willing or not? Even if you want this slave to die now, I will never dare.
Say a word "no" Wan'er said softly
"Is this your servant? Take good care of your servants. No wonder people say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Looking at your master's carelessness and lack of rules, you can imagine that your servants are all
What’s not serious?”
The Empress Dowager narrowed her eyes slightly, and you could clearly see the criss-crossing fine lines at the ends of her eyes.
"I am me, and my servants are my servants. Whether they are well-educated or not has nothing to do with you, the Queen Mother." Ye Qingmian's face was calm, and there was no trace of anger on her elegant and pure face.
"Or in your eyes, the Empress Dowager, as long as you don't follow your master's arrogance, upon hearing the master's order, you will act like a mad dog to deal with weak people, slap others in the face, step on other people's hair, etc.
Speaking of being stepped on by others, is this kind of servant a bad 'servant'?"
"You...don't go too far." The Queen Mother blushed upon hearing this. Wasn't this a direct mockery of her?
"I never know what excessive means, but I think people should be more tolerant and not lose their temper easily, especially at your age. Don't you feel that the skin on your face is loose? The corners of your eyes
Do you already have a lot of wrinkles? The wrinkles on your forehead are already very deep, don’t you care about these?" Ye Qingmian said in a mocking tone.
"What did you say? Are you saying in disguise that Ai Jia is old?"
The Empress Dowager was furious. You must know that a woman who was beautiful when she was young cannot tolerate being accused of poor appearance when her appearance is no longer the same.
"You are really too easily excited. I don't mean that. In fact, even if you are as dry as the old lady selling chestnuts on the street, some people will still say that you are as beautiful as a flower, as if you are twenty-eight years old."
Ye Qingmian sat calmly on a chair brought by Wan'er, which was covered with a very soft cashmere blanket.
"You...you...you actually...actually..." The Queen fell on the chair, as if her legs could not support her body, her expression was gloomy, and her breathing was slightly disordered.