All Based on Ability

"Mother, about that... My husband is just talking nonsense." Although what Ye Zhao said made sense, Madam Su felt that it was not good to speak ill of others behind their backs. She had to control her mother-in-law's ability to hurt others with her sharp tongue. Otherwise, if she offended a large number of enemies in the future, how could she defeat them?

"Ah Zhao is right. I want to see how arrogant Song Qing can be if no one marries her in the future." Old Madam Ye did not feel guilty about badmouthing others. After all, others would badmouth her too, so she would continue doing so.

Whether their words were ruthless or not depended on their ability.

"However, I don't think Song Lu is in good spirits these two days. There are dark circles under his eyes. He must have been tortured badly." Old Madam Ye said with some sympathy, "Such a good child. He passed the elementary scholar examination, but why is he so troubled?"