"It’s this lady here, said to be the wife of our Prefect. With so many people in Shandong falling ill, Lord Prefect has fallen ill too. It’s said that soone can cure Lord Prefect, and all they want is for the Prefect’s wife to kneel on the main street for three days."
"Is that so? I hadn’t realized Madam Ye was so compassionate and loyal. Lord Ye is truly fortunate."
"Pah, what luck. If you ask , Lord Ye is no good. Just to save his own life, he’s letting his wife do such a shaful thing, kneeling in public; how disgraceful."
"Exactly, if he’s going to die, he should do it alone; why drag his wife into it? This lady will lose face and won’t even be able to leave her house after this; how embarrassing."
"That’s not right to say; is face worth more than life?"
"Regardless, Lord Ye is no good, not showing his face even while his wife is kneeling."
Yang Chuxia listened to the idle chatter, each word entering her ears, feeling anxious inside. Did these people all have sothing wrong with their brains, defending her righteousness like this?
What did her kneeling have to do with them? ddleso fools!
"Where is Lord Ye? He should co and see her. What’s a grown man so afraid of? He’s not fit to be a man!"
Just as another comnt reached her, Yang Chuxia’s gaze shot straight toward the speaker, locking eyes precisely.
"Are you full and bored with nothing else to do? My kneeling has nothing to do with you; what’s with all the pointless chatter? You’d best shut your mouth. I don’t have much patience, and it would be in your best interest to stop talking ill of Lord Ye. Otherwise, if I get up and am unhappy, he will have to suffer for it. If you want to gawk, then go stand aside and watch properly. If you don’t want to watch, then get lost. Keep your mouth shut, is that clear?"
"Besides, from the way you talk, it seems like you’re not afraid of death. Ye San, hand him a knife. Since he’s not afraid of death, let him commit suicide right here. Once he’s dead, I’ll give his family fifty taels of silver."
"You..." The man who had been speaking was almost choked by her retort, thinking to himself how she could fail to appreciate his words. He was speaking for her benefit.
Others also wondered why Madam Ye was acting this way since everyone was speaking out of concern for her.
All right, in this world, there is always that kind of moral high ground, doing things you dislike under the guise of being for your own good.
Just like at this mont, in Yang Chuxia’s heart, regardless of anything, it wasn’t up to others to criticize Brother An.
"Have you people really nothing better to do?" snapped Ye Wu, who had also co out. "Our lady is kneeling for Lord Ye? She’s doing it for the people of Shandong! Do any of you have the right to prattle on? So many people in Shandong are ill, and now there’s a chance for them to be cured. What’s wrong with our lady kneeling? She’s kneeling for the lives of thousands in Shandong. Our lord doesn’t even know the news yet because he’s gravely ill. All of you, shut your mouths tight, or you’ll answer to my blade."
The crowd, already winded by Yang Chuxia’s words, suddenly saw things much clearer after hearing Ye Wu’s speech.
So that’s it. If Lord Ye could be saved, surely others in Shandong could be saved too.
Thinking this way, they suddenly found Madam Ye’s act of kneeling not so hard to accept.
At that mont, the crowd blocking the way parted, opening up a path.
A lean man in a white robe floated serenely through.
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