Muniang sneered, "Lose face? I'm afraid you've caused our village more embarrassment. How can you have the nerve to come out and make a scene and then try to control me?"
Mrs. Ji cried out in a rage, "You little wretch, how dare you speak to me like that? It serves you right that your husband was taken by the authorities. When he gets beheaded after the autumn trial, I'll be waiting to see you become a widow!"
Muniang responded indifferently, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my husband is doing just fine. You should worry less about my affairs."
Muniang's words left everyone confused. Qingya cursed angrily, "Don't curse our master; he has a strong will to live. He's already extricated himself from the legal case. It's only the gossipmongers like you who love to chew the fat!"
The villagers stood around dumbfounded. Muniang couldn't be bothered with them and, pulling Qingya along, she walked away; it was pointless.
