Wufu returned home with a cold expression, and by now the sky had already darkened; she first went to the main house to check on Madam Zhou.
"Miss." Hongyu stood up from her stool.
"Has Madam woken up at all?" Wufu asked.
"Not yet." Hongyu shook her head.
Wufu let out a sigh of relief, it was good that she was sleeping soundly, then reached out to touch her forehead, saying, "You continue to watch over her."
She left the main house, standing with her hands clasped behind her as she watched the last of the sunset’s afterglow fade from the sky, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted.
Zhou Dajun had gone into hiding, and Wufu could probably guess where he had fled to – if not the maternal home of Madam Lu, then to some relative’s place, with the Lu Family being the most likely.
She wasn’t knocking on their door right now because the incident had just occurred, and Madam Zhou’s condition was still unstable, she dared not leave.
As for revenge, it never mattered whether it was sooner or later; as long as the green mountains remain, why worry that the great revenge will not be sought?
Wufu was therefore not in the slightest bit anxious.
Let Zhou Dajun have the ability to hide for a lifetime and never show his face, otherwise, there will always come a day when he has to bear the consequences.
On the other hand, Madam Zhou’s situation was what really mattered.
With such a scandal occurring, the physical injuries weren’t the most important; the critical issue was the emotional trauma, and with her mother’s delicate temperament, Wufu feared she would become obsessed with the problem.
Glancing once at the courtyard, Wufu thought that no matter what, they could not live in this house anymore.
"Miss, the servant has prepared the meal, would you like to eat something first?" Liu Jin came over and asked.
"I’ll eat later." Wufu went inside to relieve Hongyu and asked her to cook some porridge, getting ready for when Madam Zhou woke up.
Looking at Madam Zhou’s pale face, Wufu sighed and said, "Now, do you still think your maternal family is reliable? You won’t say those words about not wanting to leave again, will you?"
Originally, Madam Zhou was unwilling to leave, and Wufu was indifferent to it, but now that such an incident had occurred, staying any longer would be out of the question.
Therefore, she had decided not to build a house on that piece of foundation land east of here after all; it would be better to move far away, not to the town, but to the county town, far away from the Old Zhou family.
Madam Zhou could not hear her words, only frowning slightly in her sleep, her face a portrait of pain.
Meanwhile, at the Old Zhou family’s house, the entire place was shrouded in gloomy despair, and no one even bothered to make dinner.
Madam Lu’s jaw had been dislocated; it was just a dislocation, and once Doctor Cheng came and set it back in place, she was fine, though she did suffer a good deal.
Seeing Madam Lu’s dislocated jaw, Doctor Cheng held suspicions but did not dare to ask further, not to mention, Old Lady Zhou had given him instructions before he left.
He could only wonder what had happened to Madam Lu to cause her jaw to dislocate.
As soon as Doctor Cheng left, Madam Lu burst into tears, cursing in between sobs about the vile servant girl. Zhou Xuennian, feeling aggravated, kicked over a table in the house, and Madam Lu’s crying abruptly stopped.
"You still dare to cry? Do you have the face to cry? I don’t know how you’ve been teaching him, with no sense of right and wrong, no understanding of propriety, integrity, or shame. That beast, how could he dare!" Zhou Xuennian glared at Madam Lu with venom in his eyes.
Ever since passing the examination for the scholar’s degree, Zhou Xuennian, dressed in his silk robe, mingled with Juren and scholars; he had also met several of their wives, all gentle, demure, and knowledgeable, nothing like his own, who couldn’t be presented in public, just a coarse woman, the daughter of a butcher.
Indeed, the successful Zhou Xuennian had secretly begun to despise his own wife, but he was good at hiding it, and it hadn’t shown on the surface.
After all, he still relied on her for the silver she provided, that he might curry favor for a good position or teacher.
But what was the situation now? What had he heard? That his own eldest son, had conceived such thoughts against his own cousin and attempted to force himself on her?