An old woman with a kind face walked into the house and said to Madam Qin, "Madam, look, Master has left again. Why don't you soften up?"
"Aunt Qin, his heart isn't with me." Madam Qin sat in front of the bronze mirror dejectedly. She parted her hair and looked at her aging face. She sat there in a daze for a long time; her heart felt as dead as ashes. A legitimate marriage couldn't even compare to what he has with a concubine from a brothel! Forget it! She would let him do whatever he wanted. She would just take care of her own children. She saw no point in inviting disdain by interfering in other people's business.
When County Lieutenant Yu arrived at Yang Meiniang's house, she welcomed him happily. "Master, come and have some hangover soup. I've already cooked it and it's been warming in the pot!"
