"Did your ancestors save my entire family, or is your daughter my husband's mother?"
Her retort left him utterly dumbfounded.
Huahua gave her a thumbs-up, praising her: [I thought you'd say, raising one is no different from raising two, so you might as well scoop them both up and raise them together.]
Liu Shuyue: [I'm not some saint. Why should I raise his grandchild? He's scheming against me, and I'm supposed to fall over myself to help? Wouldn't that make me crazy?]
Quite a few onlookers could hear her thoughts, and they immediately sneered at the shopkeeper's family.
They had seen absurd things before, but never anything this absurd.
Even if they had staged a chance encounter, or deliberately bumped into someone and suddenly gone into premature labor, they would at least have had something to blame on somebody else.
They would not even bother with such underhanded tricks. They simply opened their mouths and demanded that someone else raise their grandchild. What was that, if not absurd?
The shopkeeper stammered, "But my daughter really did fall for the Marquis of Zhennan, and that was why..."
"No, no, no. Your daughter fell for vanity. She doesn't have a princess's lot, but she certainly has a princess's airs!"
"That loose screw of hers is hereditary, too. None of your family's brains work very well."
How blunt!
[Exactly, exactly! That poor scholar his daughter dumped was Xiao Jiang! This year's New Imperial Scholar!]
It was rare for Huahua to see her confront someone head-on. With a surging heart and trembling hands, Huahua could only lament not being fluent enough to join the fray.
Liu Shuyue kept firing away. "She threw away a perfectly good match to chase lovers like some rotten man, and she still has the nerve to say she admires