The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 1410 - 1413: Your Neck Won’t Break1

"Do you know why this is?" Yang Chuxia asked her.

Qian Xiaoqing had heard quite a bit about the matters of the Yang Family and didn’t understand how Yang Chuxia could be so frightening.

"You don’t know? Let tell you. In the face of right and wrong, all attempts to use one’s age to gain respect are the most contemptible. Right is right, wrong is wrong; in the eyes of the heavens, you won’t be forgiven for your misdeeds just because you’re an elder, so yes, I dare to strike. Understand?"

What she didn’t say was that this was exactly why the virtue of elders precedes the filial piety of the young. The virtue of elders often referred to not just one’s own kin but all older people; only if elders are benevolent can the young show respect and obedience.

"Alright, I won’t say much more, with your intelligence, you wouldn’t understand anyway." Yang Chuxia took the bowl of dicinal soup Mingcui had poured for her but didn’t hurry to drink it. Instead, she asked, "Tell , where did that pouch co from? Don’t say Qingrui gave it to you, for even you wouldn’t believe such a thing."

"It is from Qingrui, everything I’ve said is true," Qian Xiaoqing would never reveal the truth.

"Really?" Yang Chuxia glanced at her somberly, "My patience is limited, ponder whether it’s true or false. By the ti I finish this soup, I hope you have cleared your mind."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Yang Chuxia handed the bowl back to Mingcui.

"Have you rembered? Do you know where that pouch ca from now?"

"It was given to by Qingrui, it just was," Qian Xiaoqing huffed, "Yang Chuxia, why can’t you stand to see do well? Why won’t you let marry Qingrui? You..."

"Slap!" Before she could finish, Yang Chuxia slapped her across the face. "Say it, where did the pouch co from?"

"Qingrui gave it to !"

"Slap!"

"Where did the pouch co from?"

"Slap!"

"Speak! Where is it from?"

Yang Chuxia stared at her coldly, continuing to press the question.

Qian Xiaoqing, having been slapped three tis in a row, was stunned and a bit scared but still clenched her teeth. She no longer claid the pouch was from Qingrui but instead stayed silent.

"Still stubborn?" Yang Chuxia resettled into the chair and said to Sister-in-law Li, "Go downstairs and bring a pair of scissors."

"Right away, madam."

Sister-in-law Li quickly went and returned, "Madam, the scissors are here."

"Hmm." Yang Chuxia nodded and then looked toward Qian Xiaoqing, "Will you talk, or not? If you choose not to speak, these scissors won’t be rciful."

"Wuwuwu..." Ms. Qian of Wang Family on the side thought she was going to kill Qian Xiaoqing and watched with eyes wide in terror but couldn’t speak because her mouth was gagged.

Qian Xiaoqing too said, "What are you going to do? If you dare kill , I won’t let you off even as an evil ghost."

"Kill soone?" Yang Chuxia chuckled, "I don’t kill. It’s a good day for my child today, how could I kill soone?"

Upon hearing she wouldn’t be killed, Qian Xiaoqing imdiately breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could fully catch her breath, however, Yang Chuxia’s next words scared her half to death.

"Although your neck won’t be broken, whether that hair you’re so proud of will remain intact is another question. I suppose the nunnery won’t mind having you as a nun, would they?"

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"See if I dare," Yang Chuxia snorted, "Go, cut off her hair."

"Yes." Sister-in-law Li imdiately approached with scissors at the ready, wearing a smile reminiscent of Nanny Rong. Just as she had cut off a strand of Qian Xiaoqing’s hair, Qian Xiaoqing couldn’t help it anymore, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I found it in Yang Qingrui’s yard."

"Very good!" Yang Chuxia clapped her hands, "Now let’s settle the trouble you’ve caused for the Yang Family these past days."