Song Zhiqing listened to Bai Shuilian's words, feeling deeply unsettled.
The old Madam has always disliked children born of concubines, and as for myself, even though she has a smile on her face, who knows how much disdain she harbors inside, merely maintaining the decorum expected of her.
It's only that fool Song Zi, treating her as if she were her birth mother. But she didn't crawl out of her belly; how could it be the same as being born of her own?
Now, they're all grandchildren, but just because of the label of being born out of wedlock, she won't even spare them a glance?
Bai Shuilian noticed his sullen expression and quickly said, "Sir, I'm not criticizing the old Madam, I understand there's a difference between close and distant relations, I just feel sorry for Huan'er and the others, they suffer so much."
This wedge was driven in precisely and deeply.
"Such a difference between close and distant relations." Song Zhiqing felt a pang in his heart again.
