"You little brat, how dare you get cheeky with me? Believe it or not, I will—" Madam Zhao didn't finish her sentence before she was interrupted by Qiao Dazhi's furious shout.
"Enough! You're not embarrassed, but I am! Shut your mouth; don't you know that family disgrace should not be publicized?!"
Madam Zhao was taken aback by the shouting, suddenly looking aggrieved, "I was just speaking up for Yuanzhen, why are you scolding me?"
Qiao Dazhi glared at her, "Ignorant woman! Whether it's Yuanzhen's child or not, your shouting about it will lead others to believe that there is truth to the matter. Won't Yuanzhen's reputation be the one that suffers? You have the nerve to call yourself the Scholar's Mother, but you don't have a shred of sense, only causing trouble for Yuanzhen!"
Madam Zhao sheepishly closed her mouth, not daring to speak again, only feeling that she had lost face in front of that little bitch Qiao Muniang, and without forgetting, she gave her one last spiteful glare.
