The more the Left Chancellor heard, the darker his expression became.
Which of the young ladies in his household had not been pampered since childhood?
Pick any one of them, and she would be among the very best.
He had only considered this match because the Minister of Rites had passed the provincial examination in the same year as him, they had been colleagues for years, and the minister's second son did indeed have a good reputation.
Only then had he decided to marry his third daughter to the minister's second son.
Unable to keep their own son in line, they actually blamed someone else's daughter!
Did they think her parents were dead?
If this had been a cartoon, the flames of fury blazing around the Left Chancellor would probably have soared thirty feet high.
The look he directed at the Minister of Rites suggested he wanted to swallow him alive and flay him raw.
He refused to believe the man knew nothing of his wife's actions!
What promises had this old bastard made before asking for his daughter's hand?
And what had come of them?!
The Minister of Rites hung his head, as though a thousand-pound weight dangled from his neck.
He truly had not known his wife could be so muddleheaded.
And then there was his second son, who normally seemed so gentle and refined!
A girl who sold tofu-if his son had told him about her, would he really have stopped them from being together?
When he married his wife back then, he had been nothing more than a penniless scholar himself.
Since his son liked that tofu seller, why had he not even had the courage to fight for her?
Suppressing his guilty unease, the Minister of Rites tentatively addressed the Left Chancellor.
"L-Left Chancellor, about