“It’s fine. I understand.”

Jun Huang smiled gently at the maid, which made her eyes sting. She turned to wipe off her tears when Jun Huang wasn’t looking, her heart clenching. Why would a wonderful woman like Jun Huang be subjected to such malice?

Jun Huang pretended to not see the maid’s tears and sighed silently. She knew what was happening. When Nan Jihan still cared, the maids and servants had been attentive to her. After they had an argument and he’d left in a dark mood, she was no longer considered under his protection. It was only natural that people with ulterior motives would take the opportunity to make her life difficult, for example by denying her daily supplies, which she didn’t care much about.

The maid calmed herself. She didn’t want Jun Huang to know what was wrong. She put on a smile and lowered her eyes. She paused when she noticed the empty bowl. Her head jerked up and her eyes met Jun Huang’s. She opened her mouth, but...