Wang Xueyun was all about saving face, and today, she had invited several close girlfriends to her home to admire the lotus flowers. She had even told them that her servant's fruit platter was as beautiful as a work of art. Yet now, the area around the stone table was a complete mess, which was simply outrageous.
This made the face-conscious Wang Xueyun feel utterly humiliated.
"Xueyun, didn't you say your servant's fruit plate was arranged like a work of art?" laughed one of Wang Xueyun's girlfriends. "How come they're all on the ground now?"
"Oh, isn't that your divine doctor daughter-in-law?" someone recognized Zhong Lingling. "Madam Xiang, last time, thanks to the ointment you gave me, my chronic back pain was miraculously cured after applying it for just a few days!"
Zhong Lingling wanted to smile and greet the guests, but she was human, not a deity. After what had just happened, she was trembling with anger.
