“Why would she be weak, that little wretch?”
Madam Meng nearly ground her teeth to dust.
She had been frightened in the ancestral hall last night—she was the one whose body was weak!
Yet she still forced herself to maintain her image of a virtuous, magnanimous mother-in-law. “Since my daughter-in-law likes my carriage, I’ll let her have it. It makes no difference whichever she rides.”
With that, she resentfully climbed into the carriage behind.
The moment she sat down—
She almost jumped up.
“Why isn’t there even a cushion in this carriage!” she snapped. She was pregnant—how could she endure such a bumpy ride? And her waist still hurt; she needed something to lean on.
“Madam, didn’t you instruct us not to prepare anything too good for the carriage?”
Madam Meng had already given orders that anything for Wen Jiushu did not need to be well prepared.
She didn’t deserve it.
“That doesn’t mean you leave it completely bare!” she retorted.
The cushions had originally been there.
But for some reason, they were gone.
The more Madam Meng thought about it, the angrier she became.
With nowhere to vent her rage, she twisted hard into the arm of the maid beside her.
The maid’s tears immediately fell, but she didn’t dare make a sound.
“If you dare cry out, try it,” Madam Meng hissed.
The maid forced herself to stay silent, trembling.
Only after venting her anger did Madam Meng mutter, “Worthless thing.”
The maid didn’t dare respond.
As the Marquis’s widow, Madam Meng had been granted an imperial chastity arch—her reputation was spotless, flawless.
But only the maids who served her knew what kind of rotten person she truly was.
Unfortunately, their lives were in her hands, so none of them dared speak a word outside.
[Ah… the maid by Madam Meng’s side is suffering again. She’s probably being abused.]
Shen Yunhuai rode beside Wen Jiushu’s carriage on horseback.
In the original story, Madam Meng was outwardly virtuous, but privately cruel to servants.
Especially the maids around her—those were abused the worst.
Whenever she was unhappy, she took it out on them.
[As expected, only the most ruthless survive. After Madam Meng kills off several short-lived members of the Marquis household, the estate will belong to her.]
Shen Yunhuai pricked up his ears.
His “short-lived” family members were killed by Madam Meng?
And she abused her maids too?
That couldn’t be right… could it?
Earlier, he had seen servants break something of hers and she hadn’t punished them.
But what he didn’t know was that servant later “accidentally” fell into a lotus pond and drowned.
The Old Marquis was buried on a scenic hilltop.
Looking up, there were mountain flowers.
Looking down, the capital city stretched beneath.
But at this moment, the Old Marquis’s tombstone had been struck so badly by lightning that it looked wrecked beyond recognition.
“Marquis… I failed to uphold your instructions. I couldn’t take good care of this household. I thought our son had found a good daughter-in-law, but who would have thought… I’ve failed you, Marquis…”
Madam Meng didn’t even get off the carriage and already began her performance.
With a maid supporting her, she limped toward the grave.
“Marquis, if you have any dissatisfaction with this family, please tell me in a dream. Don’t do this to yourself… how can Yunhuai and I ever find peace like this…”
[Oscar owes you a little golden statue.]
Who is Oscar?
Judging by Sister-in-law’s expression, it probably isn’t someone good.
[So she’s indirectly targeting me? Oh—it’s me.]
Wen Jiushu rolled her eyes without hesitation. “Yes, Father-in-law, if you’re dissatisfied with something, then just strike again. Whoever you’re unhappy with—hit them. Make sure you aim properly. Hit them to death.”
Madam Meng: “……”
Her steps froze at the grave.
Half the tombstone had already been split apart by lightning. Could it really strike her too?
In broad daylight, standing before the grave, she suddenly felt a chill creep up her spine.
Cold fear crawled across her back.
“Why has Mother-in-law stopped? Afraid of getting hit?”
Madam Meng nearly bit through her teeth. That little wretch was definitely doing this on purpose to scare her!
[She’s feeling guilty now. Can’t keep up the act anymore. But Father-in-law’s grave really does have strong resentment… those two shameless scoundrels—stepping over a dead man like that—what man could tolerate it?]
Shen Yunhuai: Living men can’t tolerate it either!
My father is truly miserable.
Truly pitiful.
Even after death, he still gets humiliated like this.