Yang Anshi opened her mouth, feeling somewhat guilty, but she didn't want to be cornered by the other party. All of a sudden, she slapped the straw mat on the kang, instantly raising a cloud of dust: "Yang Peili, what do you mean by this? I've been with you for half my life, bore you children, and now you come here to interrogate me? Oh Heavens, I don't want to live anymore…"
Her voice was a bit slurred, not as clear as it used to be before her stroke, but it was still audible, and carried enough force to be deafening.
"Are you sure you want to keep wailing?" Yang Peili didn't react as he normally would, where a single outburst from his wife would make him back down. Instead, his face darkened as he looked at her, his tone, though not loud, was chillingly calm: "It's fine. I can even gather the entire village to watch you wail."
"You…" Yang Anshi's voice became stuck, unable to complete her sentence.
