"Why are you yelling? Don’t forget, I am your mother." The Old Madam was angry too.

Finally, she held back her temper and spoke to Situ Yongjie earnestly: "Zhizhi is the only heir in our family, what’s wrong if he spends a little more Silver? Jiejie, don’t listen to outsiders trying to sow discord. No matter how good a daughter is, once married, she belongs to outsiders. Zhizhi will be the one to look after you in old age and give you a proper farewell. What’s wrong with treating him better?"

When the Old Madam mentioned the word "daughter," she deliberately intensified her tone. She was still resentful of the incident at the gate earlier, where Xuexue publicly revealed her carefully kept secret in front of so many servants.

Indeed, after several changes of staff in the mansion, few remembered the events of that year. Over the years, even the Old Madam herself had forgotten that Situ Yongjie was not her biological son.

It might have been better if the Old Madam hadn’t spoken. Upon hearing her words, Situ Yongjie immediately exploded: "Good my foot, he’s a bastard, I have no interest in him giving me a farewell!"

In his rage, Situ Yongjie exhibited his military general’s rough temperament.

"What bastard? Jiejie, what are you saying?" The Old Madam was stunned.

Situ Yongjie said angrily: "Remember Auntie Tang and Doctor Wang’s affair?"

The Old Madam looked bewildered: "Hasn’t that matter already been resolved? Jiejie, why are you dredging it up again...?"

Before finishing her sentence, the Old Madam suddenly stopped, widened her triangular eyes, and stared intently at Situ Yongjie, her voice trembling: "Jiejie, are you saying Zhizhi is Doctor Wang’s...?"

Situ Yongjie nodded, angrily: "Yes, for so many years, I’ve been raising someone else’s son. Thinking about it really frustrates me, it makes me want to dig that vile woman out of her coffin and flog her."

After speaking, he slammed a punch down hard onto the table...

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, a large dent appeared in the tabletop.

"Jiejie, don’t... don’t hurt yourself over an unworthy and promiscuous woman." The Old Madam wanted to go forward to hold Situ Yongjie, but was mercilessly pushed away by him.

"You... stay away from me. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have married that woman. You’ve ruined my life. I hate you. If it wasn’t for you, my wife wouldn’t have died so early." Situ Yongjie completely lost control, squatting on the ground, holding his head and sobbing loudly.

Seeing this, Xuexue stepped forward, gently patting his back and softly saying: "Father, don’t forget, you are General. Men should not cry easily; if mother has a spirit and sees you like this, she’ll be heartbroken."

With his hands holding his head, Situ Yongjie said in agony: "No, no, Father did something unforgivable to your mother. She won’t forgive me."

"Xuexue, if you have something to do, you should leave now. I will take care of Jiejie." The Old Madam stepped forward, reaching out to push Xuexue away, suddenly feeling a piercing pain in her palm. She looked down and saw an embroidery needle piercing through her entire hand...

"Ah... ah... murderer!"

The Old Madam suddenly screamed.

The people in the room were stunned, not knowing what insanity the Old Madam was doing. After they composed themselves, they noticed that at some point, an embroidery needle had pierced through the Old Madam’s palm, no wonder she was wailing like a ghost.

What was going on?

How did the Old Madam suddenly end up like this?

Everyone was confused, not knowing what had happened.

Her personal maid quickly stepped forward and said: "Old Madam, how could you be so careless? We’d better hurry to find a doctor to pull the needle out!"