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Braving her nerves, she stepped forward.
Madam Meng was Wang Shoucai's first wife, a fierce woman who made even the notorious Lian family seem mild in comparison. She glared at Xia Muxin, whose perfectly timed smile masked a torrent of insults directed at her. With a darkened expression, she pointed at Xia Muxin and unleashed a barrage of curses:
"You shameless wretch! No wonder Gui Lian's girl has no place to complain after you stole her man. You’re so young yet already know how to seduce men. Your whole family is nothing but trash. Hurry up and bring out the silver, or I swear I'll burn down your toilet!"
"Madam Wang, please calm down. Why argue with a child? It won't do you any good," the village chief, Yang Dadong, interjected. He had just returned from a relative's wedding and rushed over upon hearing about the Xia family's troubles. He shot Xia Muxin a meaningful glance; the Wang family was not to be trifled with, especially since Wang Dafu was known for his ruthless nature and was currently accompanied by Ermiao everywhere he went.
"That's right, Muxin. Just admit your mistake. Madam Wang is magnanimous and won't hold it against you."
"Yes, yes."
"......"
Seeing the village chief speak up, the other neighbors began to persuade Xia Muxin as well. How could a little girl stand up to the Wang family? They were all worried; after all, they were from the same village and didn't wish for anyone to come to harm.
Moreover, they had their own troubles since the Wang family arrived—deprived of meals and working like spinning tops every day. Only a few like Zhou Yousheng shamelessly sought to curry favor with them.
Xia Muxin understood that everyone meant well for her, but a cold smirk crept onto her lips as she replied, "Oh dear Madam Wang, I was wrong—wrong for not reminding you to look in a mirror. Your face is rougher than tree bark, your waist rounder than a barrel, and your hands are like fish scales. Honestly, even if you were thrown into a brothel, no one would spare you a glance. I was wrong for not preparing a crooked tree at my doorstep for you to hang yourself from; you'd surely be scorned if you did that at someone else's door. And I was wrong for not telling you directly that what I heard wasn't just some mutt barking but rather the sound of something lower than an animal—it's so unpleasant that my ears are practically calloused from it."
Xia Muxin took a breath, slightly out of breath after her outburst. At that moment, the several ladies who had been advising her fell silent, their shoulders shaking as they suppressed their laughter.
Village Chief Yang Dadong found it both amusing and exasperating. When did Muxin's tongue become so sharp? But it was truly delightful.
"See, Mother-in-law? I told you I was right. This wretched girl deserves a good scolding. How could she be worthy of Young Master Wang? With that kind of appearance, she would fit perfectly in the Red Chamber. I’ve heard those wealthy gentlemen love sharp-tongued and fiery women like her."
The door of Zhou Yousheng's house opened again, and Mrs. Yu came out holding a bowl filled to the brim with steaming hot rice, its fragrant aroma making the other villagers drool.
The Red Chamber was a brothel in town, frequented by older men who enjoyed the company of women who were equally seasoned.
"A hen that doesn't lay eggs has no business making noise here. It’s me! I wouldn’t even want a crooked-necked tree; I’d rather dig a hole and lie down in it."
- End of Chapter -
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