Rongguo Mansion.
Dusk had fallen, and complaints gradually rose in the banquet hall.
The noblewomen had come to watch a spectacle, but the main attraction was still hiding. Their patience had run out.
The Princess Consort slowly rose and looked at Jia Mu beside her, her beautiful face icy.
"Old Madam, is your Jia Family making a fool of me? You sent an invitation asking me to grace your banquet, so why has that vicious brute still not come to bow his head and confess his crimes?"
Jia Mu said nothing.
What a mess Brother Huan had made of this. He was a grown man, eight feet tall. If he meant to submit and beg for peace, why act coy like a maiden sheltered in her chambers? Where were his courage and spirit?
The Princess Consort sneered inwardly. She had never wanted to resolve this feud anyway. Now she had an excuse: that beast was determined to make an enemy of the Prince's Mansion!
The Jia Family had to repay Changsheng and Changning's blood debt tenfold. Only then could the Prince's Mansion show the Divine Capital its iron-fisted might!
But since she was here, she had to vent her hatred before leaving.
The Princess Consort surveyed the dining hall and pronounced each word distinctly.
"My own younger brother died because those two vile women had hearts of snakes and scorpions. Kneel and kowtow to me immediately, or I will keep sending people to set up mourning halls and scatter funeral money at Rongguo Mansion, day and night without cease!"
Hearing this, Madam Wang hurried toward the side hall and said in anguish:
"Hurry up!"
Ever since the Princess Consort's brother had died, she had not shown Madam Wang a pleasant face either. Madam Wang did not want to lose this