The third madam couldn't imagine being caught red-handed while criticizing others behind their backs, and she struggled to conceal her embarrassment.
Moreover, the meaning of Su Luo's words was very clear. If this matter were to spread, it would mean that the Duke's Residence could not control their servants!
Ever since the couple came in, the old madam had been staring at Jiang Shu. Seeing that he looked significantly better, and that his gaze towards Su Luo was much softer, she felt content.
Elderly people are inclined to believe such superstitious matters.
The second madam, with her round face and round eyes, exuding a sense of fortune, sized up Su Luo and commented, "The Princely Heir is indeed lucky. The young madam is truly beautiful, I'm afraid there aren't many in the whole of Ye City who can rival her. No wonder she won over his heart in just one night!"
The third uncle grunted, "A woman's virtue is the most important, one should not just look at her appearance!"
This implied that Su Luo was just a pretty face.
But Su Luo was not going to take this lying down.
She might have been a pretty face in the past, but in order to catch up with Wei Jin, she continuously improved herself. Now, she was a pretty face with depth!
Just as she was about to show off her depth, the old madam spoke, "Let's have tea first!"
The maid brought two cushions. As soon as Su Luo knelt down, a sharp pain shot through her knee.
Reacting faster than most, she immediately jumped up.
The third madam sneered, "What's wrong with the young madam, aren't you willing to kneel for your grandmother? In your barbaric South Border, do you not even have the custom of serving tea?"
Most probably Su Luo's knee was bleeding, she felt her chest tight with suppressed rage!
She felt utterly underestimated; they even used such a low move to plot against her!
With a murderous glint in her eyes, after one look from Su Luo, the third madam paused with her fan.
Without saying a word, Su Luo called over the maid who had brought the cushion, and pressed on her shoulder, causing the maid to kneel on the cushion with a thud.
The maid's complexion changed, but she bit her lip and said nothing.
Since she didn't beg for mercy, Su Luo pressed harder on her.
Finally, the maid couldn't bear it, "It hurts, it hurts..."
In the late spring, she was wearing thin clothes, and faint traces of blood could already be seen on her knees.
Su Luo finally let go, chuckling, "Indeed, we in South Border have our own customs. Over there, if a cushion is brought to a master without inspection and is found to have issues, the master will press the servant's face against the cushion and scrape it to pieces…"
Hearing this, the maid was trembling, bowing her head in remorse.
The third madam, hearing Su Luo speak with such mockery, felt somewhat parched for some reason.
The old madam's gaze cooled; she cast a glance at everyone present and ordered, "Chun Zhi, go and receive twenty strokes as punishment!"
She was evidently not planning to further investigate who was behind this.
Su Luo gave Jiang Shu a glance.
Jiang Shu, catching her cue, gently coughed twice, helped Su Luo, and asked with a pained look on his face, "Is your knee alright?"
Su Luo shook her head, "I'm fine. Luckily, the cushion was meant for me. I'm tough, so I'm okay. But if it had been you, with your delicate skin... I bet you would have felt terrible..."
Everyone.....
This didn't sound quite right, was it reversed?
Seeing the odd expression on everyone's faces, Su Luo treaded carefully, looking up to ask, "Husband, was I too loud? In our South Border, people are quite vengeful. But don't worry, I'll definitely change for the better in the future. You won't look down on me, will you?"
Jiang Shu tightly held Su Luo's hand, causing such pain that Su Luo could barely maintain her hopeful expression.
However, on the surface, the man's pale face was filled with affection, "Of course not, without you, where would I be?"
These words also didn't sound quite right?
Jiang Shu felt like his intelligence had been eaten by this woman and quickly added, "Without your good luck charm, my health wouldn't have recovered..."
Su Luo smiled sweetly, "My husband is the best!"
Jiang Shu struggled to keep his composure.
He'd already promised to protect her without question and she seemed skeptical. Wasn't she just making him reaffirm his commitment in front of everyone so people in the house would think twice before crossing her in the future?
This woman, she had quite many tricks up her sleeve!
She thought speaking such mushy words would be mentally taxing for him, but it turned out to be pretty easy. If she'd known this, she'd have surrendered to Wei Jin back then. Would she have ever ended up in such a messy situation?
Thinking of Wei Jin, Su Luo's heart sank.