As the moon set and crows cried, Shen Lingfeng hung beneath a tree.
Madam Shen had changed into plain clothes, though the light makeup on her face had yet to be wiped away.
Her fierce eyes were wide, her face blazing with fury.
"Did you carry in the bathwater?"
She held a whip in her hand and nearly lashed it at him.
After a night of sweet pleasure with her husband, she had been preparing to enjoy a lovely bath.
And then...
Of course, she had still taken that bath. But once she finished, she came looking for trouble with Shen Lingfeng.
"Mother, I was wrong!" Shen Lingfeng hung from the tree, not knowing what had happened, but recalling the clever trick his brother-in-law had taught him, he apologized.
"Hmph, you know you were wrong?" Madam Shen was so furious that anger rose from every corner of her heart. "Then tell me, where were you wrong?"
That question left Shen Lingfeng dumbfounded again.
"Hmph, it is one thing for Qi Yuan to fool around. He once lived in the Madhouse, after all. Do you want to live in the Madhouse too?"
The moment Madam Shen thought of the bathwater, she grew angry.
Because she suddenly realized that Shen Lingfeng's earlier talk about wanting a younger sister had been deliberate.
"Pouring bathwater is one thing, but why did you add scallions, ginger, and garlic to it?"
Madam Shen waved the whip in her hand, making it crack explosively through the air.
Shen Lingfeng screamed miserably, howling like ghosts and wolves.
The servants and maids hid far away, not daring to approach at all.
"Today is a very lucky day."
"My roleplay progress as Qi Yuan, the live-in son-in-law, has reached 70%."
"That is more than I expected. Could it be