Only a few princes and an even smaller number of people looked at Su Qiao with ugly expressions. Clearly, they had all lost their tempers.
Su Qiao found it painfully embarrassing to watch.
Since they like it so much, why not just have one wife and multiple husbands?
She wondered whether their parents would be angered to death and whether their ancestors would be so enraged that they would crawl out of their graves.
Because of that slap, Su Yuxin was so furious that she was nearly dizzy. She had not understood what Su Qiao had been saying at all and roared angrily, "Don't spout all this nonsense at me. What does it matter that there are distinctions between noble and lowly? Is that your excuse for hitting and killing people?"
In all her life, whether in her past life or this one, Su Yuxin had never been struck by anyone, much less slapped. This was the first time— the first time someone had hit her so viciously, and in front of everyone at that.
Su Qiao took half a step back to avoid being sprayed by her spit.
"Why don't you ask everyone here properly? If a maid disrespects her master and publicly mocks and insults her, does the master have the right to beat or kill her?"
"I merely gave her a small punishment, yet you turned around and asked me to apologize to a servant. You even wanted a servant to hit me, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Estate. Do you know what you're doing?"
"You're humiliating the Prime Minister's Estate. You're humiliating Father and Mother, and you're also degrading yourself."
"Others won't think you're kindhearted, innocent, and adorable. They'll only laugh at your stupidity behind your back—stupidity so hopeless that no medicine can cure