Zhao Mu was so infuriated that he nearly spat blood!
Unable to bear it any longer, Ms. Qin wept for Zhao Mu. Yet, without a word from Zhao Shu, all the respected ladies and aunts in the clan hurled insults at her. Even Zhao Mu received a stern reprimand from the clan elders.
Clearly, he hadn't learned his lesson. Not only had he brought a concubine to such a significant occasion, but this concubine also dared to criticize the Zhao Family.
Who gave her, a mere concubine, the audacity to do so?
What had gotten into Zhao Mu? Did he intend to continue bringing shame upon the family? If their decline persisted, what would be left of them?
Ms. Qin's face flushed with alternating shades of red and white. She felt a surge of humiliation and resentment, bubbling up inside her, urging her to scream and curse.
