Xiuxiang held a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, dabbing away a tear. "Housekeeper," she said, her voice timid and weak, "I just want to see my husband. Please, I'm begging you, just let me go in and see him!
I know Seventh Uncle and the others are furious that my husband got sick. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him. You can beat me, you can curse me—I'll take it. But you can't tear us apart."
"See? I told you. It's definitely this household."
"I just didn't expect them to be so vicious. All because she supposedly didn't take good care of their young master, they're making her kneel outside the main gate. That's going way too far."
...
After saying her piece, Xiuxiang simply covered her face and wept, allowing the onlookers' comments to grow more and more agitated. This caused Housekeeper Fu's brows to lock in a tight frown.
