Everyone knew what kind of person Grandma Jiang was.
But even though they knew, there were hardly any people who were clear-headed and could see the viciousness in her actions and sneer at them.
Many people felt that, no matter how vicious Grandma Jiang was, she was still an elder, still an old person. And as such, when she tried to give them an out by grovelling, how could they refuse without hurting her feelings? How could they be so unfilial?
Even if they knew that behind this filial piety were blood and tears.
So what.
Shen Nanwei saw that people's expressions were becoming increasingly hostile.
She gritted her teeth.
Her eldest daughter was not at home, and she couldn't fight against these people on her own—the villagers were ignorant, and her skills as a palace-born Shen Nanwei were of no use here.
Shen Nanwei shed a couple of tears.
As her daughter said, when you can't fight with others, cry first—in situations where the villagers were watching.
