Lady Qian saw that Jinchai's mind had been swayed by her own words and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After indulging in dreadful fantasizing about Wang Yongzhu falling into the hands of robbers and being violated and ruined, she finally felt some vindication.
Seeing that Jinchai's mood had improved slightly, Lady Qian cautiously asked, "Jinchai, was the lord good to you last night? Now that you are the lord's woman, you are no longer at home; you can't throw tantrums anymore! You must serve the lord well! If you don't know how, just think about how your mother served your father daily and learn from her. You must revere the lord as if he were heaven itself, understand?"
Jinchai was still but a young girl; although she had harbored resentment towards Lady Qian and Wang Yongan, a few coaxing words from Lady Qian had made her forget.
Hearing Lady Qian's concerned inquiry, tears suddenly filled her eyes, and she choked out, "Mother, I'm afraid, it hurts so much—"
