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If he didn't want to go over in the bridal sedan chair, he had to go over lying in a coffin?!
Shen Le froze on the spot, utterly mortified. Wasn't this too much?
I'm still the one who repaired you. Forget acknowledging me as your master—at the very least, show me a little more respect, right? What's the meaning of this? Are you threatening me?
Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit?
Back then, did you treat that young lady who rode away in the bridal sedan chair the same way?!
The tassels on the bridal sedan chair swayed with a rustle, while the coffin lid clattered again and again.
The musicians played a lively wedding-sendoff tune over and over, faster and faster, until it began to carry a shrill, mournful note. Shen Le felt as though he were standing in deep water. Everything around him seemed quiet and crystal-clear, yet invisible undercurrents wound around him.
First his ankles, then his legs, gradually rising to his waist and chest, shaking him back and forth from every direction.
If not for his firm stance, if the foundation beneath his feet loosened even slightly, those undercurrents could have swept him up and carried him away on the spot...
Oh, so you really were trying to drag me away? Shen Le was so angry he nearly laughed.
None of his little ones dared act like this. Even Little Oil Lamp, the most mischievous and troublesome of them all, hadn't dared do this before it was repaired.
What, are you showing off how strong you are? Showing that you can call the shots for me?
Dream on!
Today, I'll show you who the head of this household