Lady Jiang's bloated body was pushed to the ground in an instant. Both her hands beat the ground as she wailed loudly, "Ah, what sin have I committed to cause my son to be entangled with a temptress? This will be the death of your mother.
"When the temptress died, it almost killed my son. She killed someone else and borrowed their body to come back. And she wants to kill my son again. What sin have I committed to be bullied by a witch-like this?"
Jiang Ying laid on the steps and drank wine, saying loving words. He looked like an infatuated man who had gotten drunk because of love.
Lady Jiang simply planted herself on the ground, hammering the ground with her pig-like hands. She pounded and howled as though she was a pig being slaughtered.
Although such a scene had been happening for more than half a month, passers-by still could not help but comment on it.
