"Mother? How can you say such a thing?" Madam Jiang appeared so fragile that a mere gust of wind could blow her away. She shook slightly: "Everyone knows from ancient times that a dowry is a woman's lifelong support. The things my family prepared for me, even the shroud for when I die, are among them. These things are mine. Can they really be divided and given away? Moreover, you have seen the ledger of the household. It painstakingly details where the money has gone..." She glanced towards Madam Jiang: "Everyone knows deep down."
After speaking, Madam Jiang moved a few steps closer to Jiang Shilin, leaning weakly against his shoulder in front of everyone, clutching her handkerchief: "Husband... say something fair. I cannot bear the reputation of being unfilial and unvirtuous."
