Not to mention how Princess Consort Ji appears harmonious on the surface, but secretly they're all complaining about each other. Over in the main courtyard, Wan Chun was tenderly applying medicine to her master.
"It's just a bit of bruising, don't cry over it. It doesn't even hurt."
Princess Consort Min looked at Wan Chun helplessly.
Wan Chun wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffing, and said, "How can it not hurt? I specifically picked up that backscratcher, it's made of solid wood, it hurts a lot when it hits your hand. Look, your arm is all bruised. The Dowager is truly ruthless."
It's bad enough when it hits the hand, but if it had hit the head, wouldn't there be blood all over?
"She was just angry."
Wan Chun snorted coldly, "Does being angry mean she can take it out on her daughter-in-law? I've never seen any mother-in-law lay hands on her daughter-in-law like this, only those peasant families would behave this way."
