Aunt Chen showed a troubled expression, hesitated for a long while, and then sighed, "Da Ya, I've always treated you as my own daughter, so I won't beat around the bush with you. Your uncle, he's purely sick with anger. Who angered him, you don't need to say, you know, right?"
Lin Yuan was silent, of course, knowing it was either Chen Zhu or Wang Qiaoyun's family.
Perhaps because she saw a relative, the normally taciturn Aunt Chen also opened up and started to complain to her, "Originally, I thought that with your Brother Zhuzi gaining the favor of the County Magistrate, we old folks could also bask in his glory and enjoy some good fortune. Who would have thought that it would not be the case at all? Sigh, the day your Brother Zhuzi fetched us from the Lin family's hamlet, Wang Qiaoyun started looking down her nose at us. First, she wouldn't let us sit in the same carriage as them, and later she wouldn't let us eat at the same table as them."
