"You!" First Master Tong pointed at her in anger: "How dare you speak of mutual love? Fine, if you want to be a nun, you do have some spirit. In that case, I'll grant your wish and send you to Puji Temple tomorrow!"
"Father!" Tong Xiyu's vision suddenly went black.
"Master," Madam Mei kowtowed: "Master, Eighth Miss cannot shave her head. No matter what, she's your daughter. How can you bear it?"
Not mentioning it would have been better; bringing it up only fueled First Master's anger: "If she remembered she had a father, she wouldn't have done such a disgraceful thing, meeting with a man in a temple. Ask around the entire Capital, which noble family's daughter behaves so shamelessly? I, Tong Zheng'an, don't have a daughter like you!" After a pause, he roared angrily, "Someone, tie her up and send her to Puji Temple at dawn tomorrow!"
Madam Jiang put down the teacup, stood up abruptly, and walked out without looking back.
