Holding a handkerchief, Xiuxiang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She pleaded timidly, "Housekeeper, I just want to see my husband. I beg you, please let me in to see him!
"I know Seventh Uncle and the others are very angry about my husband falling ill this time. It's all my fault for not taking good care of him. You can beat me or scold me as you please, but you can't tear us apart."
"I told you, it must be this family," a bystander murmured. "I just didn't expect them to be so cruel. Just because she didn't serve their young master well, they make her kneel outside the main gate. This is going too far."
The crowd exchanged judgmental whispers.
After saying this, Xiuxiang simply covered her face and wept, letting the passersby grow increasingly agitated with their gossip. This caused Housekeeper Fu to furrow his brow deeply.
