"Are you refusing me with your silence? Fine. Yue'er should have just found a rope and ended it all the moment she divorced and returned home, rather than bringing shame to the family."
A flash of white darted past as Wen Shuyue hurled herself toward the pillar. However, just before impact, her ankle twisted, and she collapsed to the floor.
Chu Jing had hurled a piece of pastry, striking a pressure point on her leg to stop her in her tracks.
Gasps filled the room. Maids and several female relatives rushed forward to help Wen Shuyue up, comforting her and urging her not to do anything foolish. Fang slammed her hand on the table in fury. "Mrs. Lin, I merely asked you to arrange a courtyard for Shuyue to stay in, and you dare throw a tantrum? How can you be so intolerant?"
Startled, the dowry maid standing behind Lin Zhi hastily tugged at her lady's sleeve, silently pleading with her not to drive a wedge between herself and the Marchioness over the Miss.
