Xiao Yu stood up. Without even looking at the Princess Consort, he said coldly, "No. Mother, you should focus your energy on the mansion's affairs. Listen less to the gossip of maids and old women. And one more thing—stay out of my business from now on!"
With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
The Princess Consort waited until Xiao Yu was out of sight before plopping down onto her seat. Covering her face, she sobbed, "Yu'er is blaming me... WAHHH... Nanny Xu, what am I going to do... WAHHH..."
Nanny Xu quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the Princess Consort's tears. "Your Highness, don't be anxious. Once the Young Master Heir has vented his anger, it will be fine. In a few days, if you apologize to him, this will all blow over. There's no such thing as an overnight feud between a mother and son."
