Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

“I was concerned that something might happen to Third Miss, so I didn’t dare to leave or show any disrespect to Madame Qiao. I will go with Auntie to see Madame Qiao now…” Concubine Du’s voice quivered as she spoke.

Auntie Ling cast a disdainful glance at her and snorted. “Then let’s go!”

It seemed that some people were naturally inclined towards making things difficult!

Concubine Du’s lips quivered, but she didn’t dare utter another word. She nodded and followed Auntie Ling.

Inside the room, Qiao Kou closed her eyes and remained silent. She didn’t want to stir up any trouble.

She could confide in her father about the situation, but she chose not to. She knew her birth mother too well—her relentless nature would drive her to do anything to provoke her.

Concubine Qiao had always loved her the most, and she wouldn’t blame Qiao Kou even if she were mistreated by her birth mother.

Furthermore, she knew her birth mother would only torment her and not take any serious action.

Filled with fury at the sight of Concubine Du’s gaze, Third Madame grabbed the teacup next to her and hurled it at Concubine Du’s forehead.

Concubine Du dared not dodge, feeling a sharp pain on her forehead as it turned red and swollen. The teacup crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

“You shameless bitch! How dare you do such a thing! Kneel down, you bitch!” Third Madame Qiao unleashed her wrath, relentlessly cursing Concubine Du and Qiao Kou, piercing through Concubine Du’s heart and causing her to bleed. Concubine Du’s eyes turned red, and she trembled, unable to move or shed a tear.

Throughout all these years, she had been ingratiating herself with Third Madame Qiao, and though she was a concubine, she hadn’t experienced such harsh curses before.

She could no longer endure it.

Filled with rage, anger, and humiliation, Concubine Du was on the verge of fainting after enduring Third Madame Qiao’s curses.

Auntie Ling was taken aback, but Third Madame Qiao sneered. “That pretentious bitch is always putting on a show. Just ignore her and wait until she wakes up. Once she’s awake, tell her to continue kneeling!”

Concubine Du regained consciousness in the cold of the night, only to find herself still in the same position. Yuzan approached her and ordered her to kneel properly, nearly causing her to faint once again.

Throughout the entire night, Concubine Du remained on her knees in front of Third Madame Qiao’s bed.

The next morning, Third Madame finally released her and instructed her to attend to her after lunch.

Concubine Du felt a bitter sense of foreboding in her heart. She knew her nightmare had just begun, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

What good would it do if she told Old Master about this?

Regardless of the circumstances, it was an undeniable fact that Elder Miss’s marriage had been usurped by Qiao Kou. Old Master would never defy Third Madame Qiao for her sake.

Moreover, what if Third Madame took her anger out on Kou?

There were countless ways for birth mothers to control their concubine-born daughters.

In reality, Concubine Du was naively hopeful.

Third Madame Qiao had no intention of letting Qiao Kou off the hook.

The moment Concubine Du left, Third Madame called upon Auntie Ling to help her dress and prepare for going out. She declared that she was fine, sneering at Auntie Ling’s concern for her health. She had yet to deal with that wretched woman, and she wouldn’t meet her demise now.