Even Mrs. Zhao, who had been filled with indignation when she first heard of the wicked deeds committed by Shi Lanhua and her brother, couldn't help but soften upon hearing Shi Lanhua's remorseful sobs and the children's helpless, terrified wails.
She was a soft-hearted person by nature and couldn't bear to see others in even the slightest pain, especially when that pain came from the women and children of her own kin. The pity on her face grew all the more obvious.
But in front of everyone, Mrs. Zhao held her tongue.
It was only after everyone had dispersed and returned home that she couldn't help but speak up.
"Wanqing," Mrs. Zhao said, clutching her handkerchief, her face full of embarrassment.
"Mother, are you trying to plead for Lanhua?"
At these words, Mrs. Zhao's fair cheeks flushed a deep red.
She wanted to wave her hand and deny it, but that was truly her intention.
