Song Xiuyang slumped to the ground, the figurative basin of cold water chilling her to the bone.
"Grandma, I won't divorce," she suddenly shrieked. "You can't treat me like this! I've committed no grave mistakes. On what grounds are you forcing a divorce?"
"Being childless is the greatest mistake!" Xie Ruyi had endured her for years. Had she not needed to maintain the face of the entire household, and had there not been clan rules suppressing such a daughter-in-law, she would have kicked her out long ago.
In the past, she had rejoiced that Old Seventh drafted such clan rules, sparing them from future worries. Now, however, she felt a certain revulsion toward them. These very rules had caused her son to suffer immensely.
Jin Qianqian had spent years dealing with shrewd, cunning Madams. A careless glance from Xie Ruyi was enough to make her narrow her eyes.
