Mrs. Liang, that loudmouth, had been yapping about her son attending school every day lately, even swaggering about how her son was destined to be a Number One Scholar. Naturally, everyone in the village knew about it and, deep down, they were all a bit fed up with her. Now, hearing this piece of news, they couldn't help but laugh.
Mrs. Liang's face turned from green to white as she pointed at Li Qinghe and shouted, "You little slut, stop slandering my son! Can't stand to see him do well, can you? You'd be happy to ruin his reputation, wouldn't you? Serves you right to have given birth to a fatherless child!"
Li Cheng's anger surged, and he stood up with a "harrumph," "Who are you cursing!?"
Mrs. Liang, frightened, staggered several steps back before steadying herself and insisted stiff-necked, "What's wrong? Did I say something incorrect? She's a gossipmonger, badmouthing others everywhere, and now she's concocted stories about my son. What's wrong with me cursing her two times?"
