Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord

Chapter 1107: Third Auntie



The Third Auntie was probably in her thirties, but her appearance was well-maintained, looking as if she were just in her early twenties.

She wore a light purple gown that hugged her curvaceous figure, her delicate and fair neck exposed, evoking endless imagination in those who looked upon her.

"Third Auntie, what gives you the right to treat me this way?" The Nineteenth Aunt was being dragged out by two maids, held firmly in their grip. She struggled desperately, shouting in frustration.

Back when her son was alive, in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, no one ever dared to disrespect her. Now, her son’s body wasn’t even cold yet, and she—the boy’s own mother—was suffering such affronts. Even the Third Aunt, who usually wouldn’t dare make a peep, now had the audacity to act this way. It was only natural for the Nineteenth Aunt to be enraged.

"You keep making such a racket every day and disturbing the Prime Minister! How is he supposed to rest? If his health falters, even ten of your lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate!"

"Don’t pretend to care! I know—you were secretly laughing in your heart when my son died!"

"Nonsense again from the Nineteenth Aunt. Hurry up and drag her out!" The Third Aunt snapped angrily at the maids.

"Treat me like this, and you’ll be cursed!" The Nineteenth Aunt screamed bitterly as she was dragged outside, her cries trailing off into the distance until they could no longer be heard.

The Prime Minister let out a sigh of relief, reaching up to rub his temples. Finally, the world returned to peace—what a blessing!

He had been nearly driven mad by the Nineteenth Aunt.

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Still, given her grief at losing her son, he had endured her antics for the past few days.

He had been on the verge of losing control. Had the Third Aunt not stepped in, who knows what might have happened?

"My lord, have a cup of tea to calm yourself," the Third Aunt said gently and with grace, extending her slender and delicate hands to pour a cup of tea from the pot on the table and handing it to the Prime Minister.

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