As soon as those words left her mouth, the entire hall fell silent.
The old woman first widened her cloudy eyes in astonishment, then seemed to come to her senses. Her expression stiffened, and at last she let out a loud wail to hide her guilty conscience. Typical: I'm old, I'm loud, I'm right, and I can make a scene.
The commoners watching were also caught up in Shen Tang's logic and took a long time to recover. They exchanged glances, feeling that what she said made sense, but unable to explain why. If Shen Tang hadn't [silenced] them, they would probably have chattered among themselves for a while.
Didn't the wives of every household have to work?
So what if they handled knives, blades, needles, and thread?
But—
If a pregnant woman touched those things, the baby would be deformed.
So should pregnant women touch them or not?
If pregnant women didn't, who would do the work?
Were their mothers-in-law and husbands supposed to serve them tea and water? But when they thought about it, none of their wives, mothers, or other female family members had gotten that kind of treatment when pregnant. And the children they'd given birth to had turned out fine, hadn't they? So pregnant women could work.
Shen Tang ignored the old woman's deeply heartfelt performance.
"What, can't you explain yourselves? Weren't you so certain that Widow Zhuo caused the child to look this way? Do you have any proof that the child was injured on that occasion, rather than by you and your son threatening a pregnant woman until she was hurt? If a pregnant woman truly shouldn't touch those things, then you and your son acted with wicked intent, harming your daughter-in-law and grandchild! If she could touch them, then you've made a