Wen Yujing's eyes darted around, trying to find a reasonable explanation as quickly as possible.
Wen Yujing said, " Nan 'er ..."
"Shut up!" Jiang Zhennan shouted again, "You have no right to say anything in the ancestral Hall!"
Wen Yujing's face was livid. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her long and sharp fingertips almost pierced into her flesh. It was obvious that she was extremely angry.
Jiang Yunfeng reacted and shouted sternly, " She's your mother. How is she not qualified to speak? "
The two holes under Jiang Zhennan's face revealed an obviously sarcastic look. He said faintly, "My mother is here!" He pointed at Yuan Tongtong's memorial tablet.
After that, his voice became even colder and more ruthless. "she's only a second wife. What right does she have to be the mother of Duke Zhengguo's mansion's eldest son? "
Wen Yujing clenched her fists tightly, and blood trickled down from the sharp edges of her fists.
