Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1733

The word "filial piety" can break a man's back. It can break a gentleman's spine and ruin his career. It can also shred a woman's makeup and ruin a good marriage.

Old Madam Chi was well aware of this and wanted to use the word "filial piety" to incite the people to speak for her.

At this moment, she rested her forehead against the blue bricks of the ancestral hall, and every time she knocked her head, fine dust flew up. The dull "bang bang" sound was clearly the heart-piercing drumbeat.

How can it be reasonable for a grandmother to kneel before her granddaughter?

If she kowtows, it's not her life that will be shortened, but Chi Shuang's livelihood for the next few decades.

She kowtowed, bang bang, kowtowed hard.

In this situation, Chi Shuang could only retreat.

Otherwise, she will have to bear the reputation of being unfilial for the rest of her life. How can she get married then?

Not to mention the rich and powerful, even ordinary people found it difficult to gain a foothold.

Old Madam Chi is fully confident that she can control this annoying granddaughter. After today is over, she will slowly teach her a lesson.

Torture her to death just as you tortured her mother.

How can she leave the clan and start her own business? This is so weird and incomprehensible.

Old Madam Chi was filled with hatred and almost bled. All her resentment in this life was focused on Huo Qingqing, her mother, her daughter, and her son.

But no matter how much hatred and resentment she felt, she had to keep Chi Shuang and the eldest branch of the family for the sake of the Chi family and the military exploits her grandson had fought for with his life.

Her eyes were dazed, as if she would pass out at any moment.

She burst into tears, "Shuang'er, grandma was wrong! Grandma was wrong! Can you forgive grandma? Grandma will carefully choose a good husband for you and prepare a lot of dowry for you. Please don't leave grandma, don't leave the Chi family, okay?"

Chi Shuang stood quietly under the old locust tree, looking at Old Madam Chi coldly, her clear and cold eyes not showing the slightest ripple.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell on her white clothes, as if coating her frail body with a layer of armor.

Her father, mother, and brother were dead, and she no longer had any weaknesses.

There is no one in this world who can make her bend her back.

She was in armor. She was indifferent.

“Frost girl!” Old Madam Chi gritted her teeth, raised her bloody forehead, and said in a voice that trembled just right, “Grandmother, please…”

What do you want? The truth is not important. He knocked again before he finished speaking.

Mrs. Zhang, who was watching, was crying so hard that she almost died. She was not worthy of the fifty copper coins.

Several scholars wearing scarves on their heads could no longer hold back. The pale-faced scholar in the lead swung his sleeves and said righteously, "Girl! Even if there are thousands of grievances, she is still your blood relative after all!"

“Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning for going against human ethics like this?” Another person was shaking the Book of Filial Piety in his hand, and the pages rustled.

"You will be punished by God, don't you understand? We are a family, but you force the old to kneel before the young. This is defiling the etiquette of our North Wing!"

A group of people who talk without any pain in their waists!

They didn't even bother to ask why the white-haired old woman was kneeling on the ground, and they were eager to wave the banner of morality. It seemed that if they were not filled with righteous indignation, they would not have read the books of sages.

Chi Shuang suddenly smiled, with a hint of contempt at the corner of her lips, "The words of saints and sages are feeding wolves. Beautiful articles cover up abscesses. Even if you recite the classics a thousand times, it is difficult to cleanse your liver and intestines."

White-faced scholar and others: "!!!"

This woman used dirty words to call us names!

The whole group of people are in trouble! Who is the scholar?

Scholar A: "Excuse me, young lady, who wrote this poem?"

Chi Shuang was too lazy to answer.

Scholar B: "I'm afraid it was copied from somewhere!"

Chi Shuang disdains to respond.

Scholar C: "This is the first time I've been scolded with poetry. It's really new!"

Madam Chi: “???”

Is this the point?

Is she going to knock her head or not?