Ye Hongyang, disdainfully regarded by his daughter, was infuriated. He had never imagined that the foolish creature in his eyes would dare to speak to him, her father, in such a manner, let alone utter such irrefutable words.
In his view, this creature was originally stupid and rash. After being in a lowly place and in dire straits for two years, she had unexpectedly learned to talk back sharply, and she was now using that sharp tongue against him. That he, a father, should be contradicted by a daughter who had committed all sorts of disgraceful acts—if word got out, it would be the laughingstock of the community.
And this disgrace should not have returned, or even lived. Just for the scandal she caused at her father's birthday banquet the year before last, people still pointed fingers at him. That matter had not been handled properly—instead of sending her to the ancestral temple, he should have ended it with a white silk noose and spared himself all these troubles.
