Shen Xiuming's face turned red with anger: "You old hag, I'll rip your mouth apart!"
Shen Wei quickly grabbed Shen Xiuming's hand, begging desperately, "Brother, listen to me, don't offend Nanny Rong."
Shen Xiuming was fuming, trying hard to restrain his impulse.
He knew that if he laid a hand on Nanny Rong today, his third sister's life in the Prince's Mansion would only get worse.
Nanny Rong's disdainful gaze deepened, and she said sarcastically, "The Prince's Mansion is just short of a night soil collector. Your brother here, young and strong, would fit the job perfectly."
Shen Xiuming's face burned with humiliation.
After all, he was a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination. How could he ever stoop to collecting night soil? Those dogs in the Prince's Mansion, lording it over others just because they had power!
