Lady Pan Fan cursed again, "You caused the death of my son! Our son’s hall has been arranged for so many days, and you couldn’t even bother to visit. Not to mention that you didn’t even send him off when his funeral procession set out this morning! I have never seen anyone as heartless as you!"
An Jing sneered, "You blame us after you were the one who dropped and killed your own son? Don’t think we don’t know—it’s already been spread around. It’s one thing to have accidentally killed your son, but to turn around and blame us for being heartless? That’s just absurd."
Lady Pan Fan could not understand what An Jing meant by "absurd" in her last sentence, but she could tell it was certainly not a compliment. In a sudden burst of fury, her finger pointed at An Jing began to tremble with indignation.
Then Lady Pan Fan shouted fiercely, "Would my son have died if I hadn’t come looking for you?! My son died on the way back from your place! He neither died earlier nor later but precisely then. If he wasn’t cursed to death, then you must have bewitched him to death!"
An Jing really wanted to roll her eyes at Lady Pan Fan, "You said it yourself, you came looking for us on your own accord, not that we asked you to come. And you blame us? Better to blame yourself for that! Your son was already frail, and many people saw it—it was when you were running towards Pan Shuangquan, holding him, that you fell and he was killed! To say that my husband cursed him or that I bewitched him to death, you shift the blame as you like. And now you come to our house to cause trouble without any reason? I’m asking you, do you have no shame left?"
"You still have the nerve to say I have no shame?!" Lady Pan Fan became even more infuriated, her face contorted with rage, "You are responsible for the death of my son! And he was just a little boy!"
An Jing was utterly speechless. Truly, speaking with this person was a waste of breath.
"You must be jealous because I had a son, and you can’t have children!" Lady Pan Fan continued to curse. "How dark your hearts are, to let my son die ! My son, I’m sorry... Mother is sorry..."
As she spoke, Lady Pan Fan broke down sobbing, "Why did Mother bring you to their place? Had you not come here, you wouldn’t have died, my son... oh, my son..."
Crying and howling, Lady Pan Fan suddenly became furious again and loudly cursed An Jing, "My son was killed because of you, with such dark hearts, why should you have children? You shouldn’t even have a daughter! You deserve to be barren! How blind the heavens are to allow you to be pregnant, it’s so unjust... so unjust..."
Lady Pan Fan looked at An Jing’s swollen belly, seething with envy as the sight of it turned her eyes red with rage. Her own son had been killed by this person, who was now pregnant with not just one, but two!
Thinking this, Lady Pan Fan’s eyes reddened even more, "How could someone as heartless as you get pregnant? You shouldn’t even be able to conceive a girl, let alone a boy! My son was killed by you, do you think those two inside you will survive? Dream on! They are sure to die in the womb! I curse those two children to die—" Ah—"
Lady Pan Fan’s words were cut short by a scream as Xiao Changyi kicked her in the stomach. Her scream was accompanied by the pain that made her double over and clutch her belly.
Her insides felt as if they were on fire, and soon Lady Pan Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
If Lady Pan Fan had cursed something else, An Jing might have let her rant without paying her much mind, but Lady Pan Fan actually dared to curse her children to die—in—the—womb!