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Song Fengshou’s expression shifted once again.
Jiang Mixia was right; those properties rightfully belonged to Song Jingyun.
If this matter escalated to the authorities, the county magistrate would likely favor Song Jingyun, a scholar, over them as commoners. It was evident that they would be at a disadvantage if it reached the county office.
“You’re talking nonsense…” Tang Shi attempted to argue with Jiang Mixia again, but Song Fengshou pulled her back.
“Niece-in-law,” Song Fengshou composed himself, his tone softening, “This is a significant matter, crucial for Jingyun’s future. We should discuss it thoroughly.”
“So, today, we came to inform you of this situation, allowing you to understand it. Please carefully consider the situation and its implications.”
“If my niece-in-law clearly understands and agrees, then we can discuss further. But if not… my niece-in-law is sensible. She should consider Jingyun’s future.”
“On such a cold day, with so many flies buzzing around, it’s truly annoying. Chengmao, quickly fetch the large broom for me. I’ll swat these flies flat!”
As Jiang Mixia spoke, Chengmao hurried to bring the broom.
The broom, made of bamboo leaves, stood taller than a person when held upright. Despite being new and full of leaves, Chengmao found it slightly challenging to wield due to its size.
However, in Jiang Mixia’s hands, it seemed like a mere flyswatter, effortlessly swiping at Song Fengshou and Tang Shi. The couple had anticipated Jiang Mixia’s display of displeasure when they arrived today.
It turned out that the son-in-law who had married into the family was to return to his ancestral roots, empowering Song Jingyun to take charge. The Jiang family would no longer hold sway over him, likely leaving Jiang Mixia feeling unsettled.
However, the unexpected sight of Jiang Mixia wielding the broom to swat at them caught Song Fengshou and Tang Shi off guard. They were both startled and frightened, attempting to dodge the strikes.
Despite their agility, both received several swats from Jiang Mixia. Her considerable strength, coupled with the sharp bamboo leaves on the broom, left scratches on their faces, cheeks, and hands as they instinctively tried to shield themselves, causing a stinging pain.
“You dare strike me, you wretch!” Tang Shi, nursing her sore and throbbing face, cried out in anger. “I am your elder!”
“Jingyun may have married in, but show some respect and address me as Auntie. If you don’t respect yourself, you’re nothing but a rude woman!” Jiang Mixia shouted while continuing to strike at them without pause.
In a frantic scramble, Song Fengshou and Tang Shi fled towards the main gate, attempting to escape. But it was too late!
Once the confrontation had started, Jiang Mixia was determined to let off some steam.
Unwilling to let their actions go unpunished after enduring their nonsense for so long, Jiang Mixia was fueled by anger. Chengmao and Zhucui swiftly closed the gate and armed themselves with smaller brooms, joining in the sweeping frenzy aimed at Song Fengshou and Tang Shi.
The sounds of wails echoed in Jiang Mixia’s courtyard for the duration of a pot of tea.
Their prolonged suffering stemmed from Song Fengshou and Tang Shi’s desire to stir up a commotion, drawing attention from the neighbors to witness the behavior of the wife of Song Jingyun, the scholar.
And most significantly, it truly did hurt!