Doted By The Regent King-Chapter 1096 - 1094: Do You Know Shame?

Zhou Xiuer was not oblivious; observing Madam Zhou’s extremely cold demeanor, she knew that her aunt had made up her mind. She truly intended to send her away, forcefully and without the possibility of refusal.

Upon realizing this, Zhou Xiuer felt a sharp pang of anxiety. If Madam Zhou did not plan to let her stay, how could there be any talk of taking her to Changan? What future could she possibly have?

Moreover, this was the first time Madam Zhou had acted so forcefully—why, why suddenly like this?

Staring blankly at her aunt seated above, Zhou Xiuer suddenly felt that the face she had seen for over ten years was now a blur; could it be said that circumstances truly changed a person?

Or was it due to something else?

Suddenly recalling the earlier scene where she was playfully unruly with her uncle, Zhou Xiuer’s expression changed several times as she tentatively asked, "Aunt, are you angry with me? Uncle and I were just..."

"Silence!" Madam Zhou flung the teacup beside her to the ground by her feet, shouting sternly.

Zhou Xiuer was so frightened that she fell to the floor, staring at her aunt as if dumbfounded.

"Do you still have the face to speak?" Madam Zhou glared at her coldly. "You, at such an age, sitting on a man’s lap—do you know anything about propriety and shame? Do you even know how to write the word ’shame’? And he is your elder. Who taught you this, your mother?"

"What were you trying to achieve by doing such a thing? Do you care about your reputation? If word gets out, do you still wish to live? If you don’t want to live, I, as your aunt, still do."

Zhou Xiuer was scolded until her face turned red with embarrassment; tears rolled down as she stammered, "I, I..."

"There’s no need for you to say more. Your father is now a minor official; finding you an Ideal Gentleman shouldn’t be difficult, far better than you blindly wandering," Madam Zhou said with disdain. "Go and pack your belongings. All the clothes and jewelry prepared for you these days, take them with you. A young lady should have some fine things at the bottom of her chest; consider it my share as your aunt."

"Aunt..."

"Go down!"

Zhou Xiuer, humiliated beyond measure, cried out loudly as she ran away.

Madam Zhou rubbed her temple, which throbbed with pain. If she had not let Xiuer stay here initially, would such a thing have happened?

The saying of pulling down the boulder and smashing one’s own foot—perhaps now, she truly understood it.

"Madam." Qiu Xiang entered, hands hanging down, glanced at the broken teacup fragments on the floor, and calmly called in the little maid to clean, then served a cup of Longan Tea. "How has she grown up to be like this? I think she’s even more senseless than before," Madam Zhou said, her face full of fatigue.

Qiu Xiang consoled, "Madam, please don’t be angry. The cousin hasn’t been properly educated and was just blinded by the wealth. Ultimately, she..." Her voice paused, then she changed her tone: "Since Madam has made up her mind to send the cousin back to the Zhou family, let her mother teach her then."

"Her mother, the daughter of a butcher; I reckon she inherited her mother’s disposition," Madam Zhou snorted. "If we talk about origins, Wufu is less fortunate than her, and yet Wufu has never acted this way—even amidst wealth—forget it."

Madam Zhou did not know what she thought, waved her hand: "I am merely an aunt, not in a position to discipline the daughters of the maternal family. Speaking too much, people wouldn’t say a single good thing about me, only that I am heartless."

Qiu Xiang remained silent.

"I will go rest for a bit. Prepare downstairs," Madam Zhou stood up.

Qiu Xiang agreed, and after assisting her to lie down on the bed, withdrew with her hands down.