"Nanny Zhong, stop speaking." Mrs. Zhao was covered in cold sweat: "That third son of mine, he's usually so unreliable, but this time he seems to have good taste. A woman like that doesn't match with our third son. The Zhao family can't accommodate such a big presence."
Threatening to marry Zhao Minghua at the cost of her life.
It sounds like deep affection, but in fact, it sends a chill down one's spine.
How could someone like that be a worthy family matriarch?
When marrying a wife, one should choose a virtuous one. Marrying such a difficult woman who smashes things and threatens with hunger strikes—how could one expect a good life?
Any man who gets involved with such a woman would go insane.
"As long as Madam is aware."
"Go, invite Madam Xiao to the grand hall and let her wait, tell her I am in prayer."
Who do they think they are?
Coming and going as they please—I am not at anyone's beck and call all day.
Since you visited without sending a formal card, then wait.
