The position where Wen Wan and the others were situated was on a small Han white jade arch bridge, with banquet halls at both ends of the bridge. The woman's crying was so loud that soon, it attracted the women guests to come out.
Old Mrs. Lu's face was somewhat somber, but seeing Wen Wan's behavior, it seemed as if she was acquainted with the woman's husband. Thus, she could not directly speak to have someone deal with the woman, and could only watch from the side.
The woman kneeling on the ground, with tearful eyes, seemed unaware that many people were watching her. She gently tugged Wen Wan's skirt with one hand while wiping the torrents of tears with the other, "It's all because my man was too greedy, not knowing his limits, and came from afar trying to threaten Mr. Song for money, which resulted in him being severely injured and left untreated. Madam, he already knows he was wrong, I beg you, show mercy and let him go. At least consider he's Yuanbao's own uncle."
