The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1082: Where Can It Withstand

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082: Where Can It Withstand

"I’m telling you, don’t go making a spectacle of yourself outside these days, lest you turn our Zhou family into a laughingstock. Stay quietly at home, and don’t even think about dealing with the Ninth Miss from the Magistrate’s residence. Not a single person from their household is someone we, the Zhou family, can afford to offend!"

After some thought, he seriously addressed Madam Zhou, reminding her.

"When have I ever made a fool of myself outside?" Madam Zhou was far from convinced and argued in her defense.

The one who’s been making a spectacle of herself is clearly the Ninth Miss from the Magistrate’s residence. How come it seems like all the blame is being placed on her?

What had she done to deserve this? Was it just because she had initially rejected that marriage proposal?

But who could have anticipated things would turn out this way? If she had known that the Ninth Miss was such a disgrace, she wouldn’t accept her as a daughter-in-law even if she was offered for free.

A woman in such shabby health, not even fit to carry her son’s shoes!

"In any case, don’t offend anyone from the Magistrate’s residence. Father is already displeased with you. If you cause any more trouble, it is likely that Father might even have me divorce you!"

"You—"

Madam Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her husband.

Was this the husband who, since their wedding, had never quarreled with her, actually suggesting divorce? Was this still the man she knew?

"How can you talk like this? I’ve worked so hard for the Zhou family, bearing you a son, how can you treat me this way?"

"Anyway, do as you like, but I’ve warned you. If you stir up any more trouble, you’re on your own. I won’t help you." With that final sentence, Old Master Zhou turned and strode away, flinging his sleeve behind him.

It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to say these harsh words to his wife, but he knew that if he didn’t make himself clear, she would continue to engage in those thankless deeds outside.

Should there eventually be a huge scandal, their Zhou family, just a minor household, wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Therefore, it was better to speak ugly truths beforehand to prevent her from making further mistakes.

With eyes reddened, Madam Zhou watched her husband’s figure grow more distant, a surge of indignation stuck in her throat, yet unable to escape.

She was well aware that at this time, she had to steer clear of those from the Magistrate’s residence, and she couldn’t spill any words outside again, for she knew that after the previous incident, the Magistrate must have covertly placed their Zhou family under surveillance.

But could she really just watch her son’s life be ruined by a woman?

...

In the Magistrate’s residence, within a small courtyard,

the Ninth Miss was sitting in her boudoir, holding an embroidery frame, stitching a pair of mandarin ducks, as if completely unconnected to the events transpiring outside.

"Miss, how can you be so unfazed? The Zhou family is pushing things too far. Why don’t you plead with the Magistrate? Whether you marry into the Zhou family or not, it would be suffering either way."

The maidservant Ling’er stood behind the Ninth Miss, speaking tentatively.

Hearing Ling’er’s words, the Ninth Miss paused in her embroidery, but quickly resumed, seemingly indifferent to Ling’er’s concern.

"Miss..."

Seeing that her mistress was ignoring her, Ling’er called out softly once more.

The next moment, the Ninth Miss swept her piercing gaze towards Ling’er, staring at her coldly.

"If you want to go, then go ahead."

"Uh."

Ling’er was abruptly silenced by her mistress’s words, and dared not speak any further.

The Ninth Miss was all too clear in her heart that the marriage with the Zhou family was already a done deal.