Before, she had tolerated their frolicking in front of her, not wanting to let her grandfather die with his eyes open in dismay.
Now that her grandfather had passed away, she had no concerns left.
Once her grandfather's funeral was over, she planned to send them all to prison, to let them suffer the torments of jail and atone for their unfilial sins!
Yian Jingxue's gaze was icy cold and filled with malevolence, and as Yian the Second's wife met her gaze, she shrank back, then quickly straightened her spine and retorted, "What are you staring at? You alone have taken all the old man's property; do you still think you're in the right? Let me tell you, Yian Jingxue, if you don't hand over the old man's property, we will not let this go, and you won't have a single day of peace!"
She didn't have a job, and her husband could only paint, but everything he painted was trash, worthless.
