Jiang Yong rubbed his hands together; the in-laws were high-ranking officials, and even the imposing manner of Jiang Zhu's maternal uncle had frightened him. He nervously replied, "Yes, yes, we're enjoying our blessings here. Xue Mei is a filial child and treats us well!"
Zhou Shuren chimed in, "I'll still need to ask Uncle about this, and to send him our regards."
Jiang Yong became excited, "Oh my, our in-laws are so busy yet they still think of us. We're doing well; everything is fine."
Lady Jiangwang did not dare to speak; she could only sit dryly. She used to fear that the in-laws would bear grudges, but after seeing the eldest of the Zhou family a few times, she finally felt at ease. Now, living a good life, she was the best-dressed among the village's old ladies. Sometimes she would reflect that her past self must have been affected by something filthy, which was why her mind had not been clear.
