Huahua: [Your mother was undefeated among her circle of friends back then. Only a few daughters of military families could barely match her. Beating up your father was a piece of cake.]
As they spoke, Liu Yuyan had already grabbed Jiang An by the hair and was smashing his head against the ground with heavy thuds.
If he had not feared his daughter would have a life on her hands, Liu Chengze would not have wanted to stop her either.
"All right, all right. Any more and he'll die. He isn't worth it."
"Scum like him deserves to die! Shi Lang's death, my son, my daughter-which of them escaped his vicious hands? Beast! Scum!"
Still seething, Liu Yuyan pummeled him another dozen times before finally stopping.
By then, Jiang An was barely breathing.
He already had a cold, and after that beating, he lay on the ground, whimpering.
Old Madam Jiang grew frantic too. Worried about her son, she wanted to rush over and beat Liu Yuyan.
On the other hand, she could not bear to let go of the things in her hands.
She was terrified someone would snatch them away the moment she released her grip.
The Old Madam shrieked like an ant on a hot pan. "Oh, you damned wretch! Are you trying to murder your own husband? If anything happens to my son, I'll never let you off!"
"You, Liu! You call yourself a Great Scholar from a distinguished family? Look at the fine daughter you raised! How is she any different from a shrew?"
"I'll report you for failing to discipline your daughter! I'll take my complaint to the Imperial Court!"
Jiang Shuyue sneered inwardly: *The Imperial Court? If you don't have a mirror, piss a puddle and look at your reflection. Your head's bigger