"Dad, isnāt the County Magistrate of lower rank than the Prefect? Shouldnāt it require an official from the capital to arrest the Prefect? Why can a County Magistrate make arrests too?" Lele, who hadnāt managed to leave, asked in confusion, overhearing the conversation.
"Thatās right, dad," Yangyang also spoke up in confusion, "Pretty dad, it was clearly that auntie who snatched momās fabric, so why are they saying Uncle Ye Wu stole her fabric? And that he pushed her, sheās so strong, how could Uncle Ye Wu possibly push her?"
"Exactly, exactly, Dad, she was clearly trying to leave with the fabric without any intention of paying. And now sheās turning it around, saying she was going to pay, that Uncle Ye Wu bumped into her, and demanding that we give the fabric as an apology. I just canāt make sense of it, Dad."
Lele thought to himself that he was already quite clever, but why couldnāt he understand this situation?
"Lele, Yangyang, mom will tell you, there are some people who view the sky from the bottom of a well and believe that the tiny piece of sky they see is the entire world. She thinks that because her nephew is a County Magistrate, he is the most powerful official there is, and that everyone should treat her with respect and honor. Without her even opening her mouth, a mere signal from her should be enough for people to give her what she wants," explained Yang Chuxia as she glanced at Auntie Ling.
Yang Chuxia continued to speak, "She believes she is of high status, thinking everyone should curry favor with her, and if they donāt, they lack perception. This self-perceived nobility leads her to think there are only two kinds of things in this world: what she likes and what she doesnāt. Anything she likes should be hers, and even if it isnāt, she expects people to hand it over as soon as she reveals her identity. Yet, she fails to realize how laughable she is, and doesnāt understand that in the world, there are always higher heavens and superior people."
"After telling you both so much, I just want to make two points clear: first, in life, one must not be too arrogant; always remember that there are higher heavens above us. Second, this attitude of āif I like someone elseās things, they should be mineā is a shameful behavior. Understand? What belongs to others remains theirs, no matter how much you like it."
"Mom, we understand," Lele said thoughtfully, nodding his head.
Yangyang then grinned and said, "Mom, my hands are feeling itchy, what should I do if I want to hit someone?"
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After a silence of two seconds, Ye Ziāan turned his head to look at his younger son, then at Yang Chuxia, thinking that genetics truly was a wonderful thing.
Having heard a slew of words from the other side, Auntie Ling didnāt understand much, but she did catch on to the insinuation at the end that she had no shame; it made her temper flare as no one in the village had ever dared to insult her like that.
"You disrespectful lot, you actually dare to call me shameless? Iāll tear your mouths apart, all of you with your cheap...," Auntie Ling began, charging at Yang Chuxia like an old raging bull.
Upon seeing this, Ye Ziāan quickly pulled Yang Chuxia aside and delivered a kick.
"Go bring County Magistrate Ling to me!" Ye Ziāan commanded coldly, watching the downed Auntie Ling on the ground. She had tried to charge at Xiaxia; Xiaxia was pregnant, and what would have happened if she had actually been hit?
But Auntie Ling was the sort who wouldnāt relent until she was truly ruined. After being kicked, she immediately got up from the ground, howling, "You lowlife, how dare you kick me! Iāll fight you to the death!"
"Go, hold her still for me. Mingcui, go slap her," Yang Chuxiaās anger rose upon hearing this, "Sheās cursed enough, yet she still wonāt stop. Let her learn that not everyone is someone she can curse at. Does she really think sheās the Eldest, above all laws?"