But clearly there was nothing.
Was what he said wrong? Luo Qiuyi had died, and it had been so many years. Could it be right to pursue the living for the sake of a deceased person's crimes?
"Mother, what's gotten into you? Why are you scolding me again?"
He was, after all, the head of the family. It was fortunate that no one overheard this; had the servants heard it, wouldn't he have lost face?
"If I don't scold you, you won't ever come to your senses!"
Old Madam Yue's palms heavily struck the table, her face full of rage as she glared at Yue Chong.
"Do you really think it's justified that Luo Mianyi caused the death of her sister, who loved her so dearly? Or do you believe that all of Qiuyi's sacrifices for you over the years were justified, even if it meant dying for you, and that was the retribution she deserved?"
"I..."
Yue Chong was left speechless by his own mother.
Luo Qiuyi had been dead for so many years; he could hardly remember what she looked like anymore.
