Lady Zhao cried until she became a tearful mess. Her son, who had been treated like a precious pampered child for over a decade and had never been touched, was now beaten so miserably and yet could not seek redress. How could she not be heartbroken and distressed.
Duke Ning was also full of anger, "I have already told you that this marriage was impossible, but you refused to believe it. Now, we've come knocking on their door only to be bullied."
Lady Zhao was also full of grievances, "That damn girl used to cling to my son excessively, acting as if she couldn't wait to marry him. How could I have known she would turn her face so quickly?" Lady Zhao had come to thoroughly despise Mingzhu.
