"Get out!" Qiao Yuanzhen roared.
Frightened, Madam Zhao shuddered. She hadn't said anything out of line, so why was her son angry again? But she didn't dare to ask; she had watched Qiao Yuanzhen's temper grow over time, and if she dared to speak out of turn now, his anger would surely flare up even more.
"Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going!"
Madam Zhao hurriedly made her way out, and Qiao Dazhi, who normally loved to act the grand lord in front of his son, didn't dare to say another word now. Merely the sight of Qiao Yuanzhen's eyes made him extremely cautious, and he immediately walked out.
Madam Zhao, still worried for Qiao Yuanzhen, couldn't help but add as she reached the doorway, "Yuanzhen, remember to take your medicine on time. I have it simmering on the little stove outside—"
Before she could finish, there was a "bang" as a bowl smashed against the door. A chill ran down Madam Zhao's back, and she quickly scurried away with her head down.
