Lin Qianqing returned, and Madam Lin struggled to lift herself from the bed, sitting in the room, where mother and daughter clung to each other, crying bitterly.
So many things had happened at home that even Old Madam Lin, who usually had a good temperament, looked much more haggard than before. Seeing them like this, her heart ached, and she wanted to cry, too.
She turned to her son and said, "Our family has been plagued by so many disasters these past few years. As the head of the household, you must hold this family together. Your wife is unwell and has no time to manage the household. Just look at the mess it's in now. Yesterday, your concubines fought in the back courtyard and even ran to my quarters, asking me to decide things for them. At my age, I can't handle such commotion."
"Is there really such a matter?" Lin Xingyi said in shock.
