Ning Yunyan leaned against the stove-bed and sobbed.
"What are you crying about? The one who was insulted wasn't you, nor were you the one who made the mistake."
Third Madam Ning, who was seated in a chair, spoke crossly.
Of course, she wasn't cross because of Ning Yunyan.
"I'm crying because I even got Elder Brother involved, and he was humiliated," lamented Ning Yunyan, raising her head. When she thought about it again, her tears poured down with renewed vigor.
Third Madam Ning and Fourth Madam Ning's facial expressions grew uglier.
"She compared Tenth Brother to a prostitute. Is she saying our Ning Family is a brothel?" said Fourth Madam Ning. "Who raised that kind of child? She has such a dirty mouth."
Eldest Madam Ning sat on the stove-bed, neither angry nor irritated. With a slight frown, she looked at Ning Yunyan and shook her head.
