Mother also bought fried quail, but it wonât be crispy when we get home.
Oh, what a pity.
Upon hearing him sigh, Yang Chuxia knew what he was thinking, "Both of you are such foodies. Donât worry, your quail will be put back in the oil pot at home, and youâll be able to enjoy it crispy."
"Mother is truly mother, so close to me." With that, Lele was instantly satisfied, grabbed a pillow, leaned back in the carriage, and closed his eyes to rest.
But he hadnât closed his eyes for long when Yangyangâs voice suddenly exploded, "Oh my! Oh my! Who is that? Does she have a grudge against our family?"
"Hey, can you lower your voice a bit?" Lele opened his eyes and said displeasedly, "Youâre so noisy, you startled me."
"Oh brother, canât you be a little less timid, like a girl?" said Yangyang dismissively, giving him a tug, "Quick, look, who is that!"
Following Yangyangâs lifted curtain, Lele took a glance and thought the figure looked somewhat familiar.
Yang Chuxia also peeked out and instantly recognized Madam Tong, whom she had seen in the palace that morning. But why was she in front of their house, and why was she desperately kicking their door?
The carriage soon arrived, and as soon as Yang Chuxia got off, Madam Tong noticed her return and dashed forward.
At this point, Yang Chuxia was facing away from the crowd, planning to help Lele down from the carriage, but unexpectedly, Madam Tong leaped forward like a rabbit, seemingly intending to grab Yang Chuxiaâs hair. However, Yang Chuxia swiftly turned and grabbed her wrist.
"What are you trying to do?"
Forcefully tossing her aside, Yang Chuxia glared at her, "If youâre sick, go home and vent! Why cause trouble at my house? Three disturbances in one dayâis there no end?"
"You bitch, I am here to cause trouble for you!" Madam Tong angrily tried to charge forward again, "Itâs all your fault, all because of you! If it werenât for you, I wouldnât be so miserable."
"Are you out of your mind? What misery do you have? Youâre the State Duchess, happier than anyone else! Besides, what does your misery have to do with me?"
Yang Chuxia wondered whether it had something to do with the Secondary Princess Consortâs situation, but it didnât seem like it.
Well, she didnât know that Madam Tong was unaware of the Secondary Princess Consort being demoted to a mere consort.
"Itâs entirely your fault! If youâd have made your two little bastards apologize to my grandson, I wouldnât have complained to the palace. And if I hadnât gone to the palace, my husband the State Duke wouldnât have divorced me." Madam Tong became increasingly furious, looking like she might ignite at any moment.
Yang Chuxia finally understood the situation. So thatâs how it was.
But isnât this blame-shifting a bit far-fetched? How could this be pinned on her? How unlucky is she?
Standing on the rooftop opposite, Prince Le listened to the commotion below and smiled.
"I told you youâre crazy, and you still wonât admit it! It was State Duke Tong who divorced you, not me. What good does it do to come to me?" Yang Chuxia was very displeased with this mother and daughter repeatedly calling her precious son a little bastard. Thinking sheâs no longer the State Duchess, she charged forward and slapped Madam Tong twice. "Keep your mouth clean. If I hear you curse my son again, Iâll pull out your teeth."
Yang Chuxia glared at her fiercely.
Madam Tong was initially stunned by the hit, but when she came to her senses, she charged straight at Yang Chuxia, shouting, "Iâll fight you, how dare you hit me! Iâll beat this bitch to death!"