"Hehe! Ah, take it! Take it and eat! Brother and sister-in-law, have some too! It’s no good to be hungry," the old maid said with a smile.
"Stop! Get back here!" Mrs. Fang, chilled to the bone and trembling all over, stormed past like a gust of wind, yanked Sang Xiaoquan and his sister forcefully, glared daggers at the old maid, steam practically coming out of her ears, and raised her hand to knock over the tray in her hand!
"Axian!" Sang Hong was also furious, but he still managed to keep his cool, hurriedly stepped forward and tightly grabbed Mrs. Fang’s raised hand, "Axian!"
Mrs. Fang bit her lips bitterly, her eyes reddened, staring at him silently conveying her resentment and grievances.
Shi family, this is too much! This is a humiliation! A blatant humiliation!
"Oh! Why is this sister-in-law so fierce! This old lady had good intentions, and you don’t appreciate it, but do you have to be so rude! Really! If you don’t want to eat, don’t eat, this old lady will take it back to feed the dogs!" The old maid gave her a disdainful glance, spat on the ground, and turned to leave.
Sang Xiaoquan and his sister watched helplessly as the food they were about to eat flew away again, their mouths quivering as they began to cry.
"Don’t cry!" Mrs. Fang glared at them hatefully, swatted away Sang Hong’s hand, caught up with the old maid and coldly said: "Where does your young mistress live? How do I get there?"
"Who, who are you? What do you want with our young mistress? Our young mistress is a person of high standing, not someone you can just meet with randomly!" The old maid looked at Mrs. Fang with disdain.
"Take me there!" Mrs. Fang grabbed her by the collar, her eyes filled with rage: "Take me there! Let’s go!"
"Stop, stop! Why are you so fierce! Fine, let’s go, let’s go! You, you first let me go!" The old maid was startled and immediately softened her stance.
"Axian! What are you doing!" After calming the children, Sang Hong hurried up, pulled Mrs. Fang aside gently but firmly, and politely said to the old maid: "I’m sorry, madam, my wife was rude, please don’t take it to heart! Please go ahead!"
The old maid giggled, looking at Sang Hong and said: "You’re indeed polite, it’s just that you married a shrew! You’re looking for the young mistress—was there something?"
"No. Please go ahead!" Sang Hong shook his head.
"Oh, I thought so, our young mistress isn’t someone who can be seen just by anyone asking for it! People need to know their place!" The old maid chattered as she left.
"What are you talking about!" Mrs. Fang was extremely agitated and wanted to chase after her again, but was held back firmly by Sang Hong.
"How absurd! How absurd! The Shi family is too much! Sang Wan that ungrateful girl! You won’t let me make a scene, right? Fine, let’s go home! Going home should be fine, right?"
"Don’t call me!" Mrs. Fang covered her face as tears streamed down, her shoulders trembling slightly. After a moment, she looked up, her voice nasal, "I’ve had enough! If they don’t appreciate us, do we have to degrade ourselves and invite humiliation? Don’t talk to me about misunderstandings! If the master didn’t instruct so, would the slaves dare to do this? If you want to stay, stay, I’m leaving!"
Mrs. Fang, furious, took a child by each hand, looked around, estimated a direction from memory, and walked off.
"Axian! Axian!" Sang Hong couldn’t stop the furious Mrs. Fang, he sighed softly, figured it might be better to talk outside, and hurriedly picked up their belongings and followed her.
Shi Mansion is vast with layered buildings interlaced with lush trees and winding paths, and finding an exit without someone to lead is not so easy?
Mrs. Fang, resentful of the people of Shi Mansion, refused to ask anyone for directions on the road, her face cold, wandering aimlessly with her children, silently vowing: she refused to believe she couldn’t find the way out!
"Hey, isn’t that, uncle! Auntie!" Chang Huan suddenly exclaimed, hurriedly running over.
Sang Hong and Mrs. Fang continued walking, ignoring Chang Huan’s call. Not on purpose, but because they truly didn’t think Chang Huan was calling them.
"Uncle, Auntie!" Chang Huan ran in front of them, panting and smiling: "How come you guys are here?"
Mrs. Fang stared straight at him, sneered coldly: "Right, we really shouldn’t be here!"
Chang Huan’s smile froze, suddenly feeling something was amiss, but having been with Shi Fengju for a long time he knew he was the sharpest, aware something unpleasant must have happened, yet it wasn’t his place to ask, so he pretended to be oblivious, still smiling naively: "Exactly! The young master and your young mistress waited not seeing you for a long time, the young mistress was so anxious, worried something might have happened to you on the road, the young master had slaves ride out to the city to inquire, and I didn’t hear anything about any incidents on this road, so I hurried back to report to the young master, your young mistress to decide! It’s such a coincidence running into the uncle, auntie, please come quickly, the young master and your young mistress must be worried sick!" Chang Huan said as he gestured to someone to go report to Shi Fengju and Sang Wan, and attentively took over the things from Sang Hong’s hands, "Let the slave take it!"