Sitting on the ox cart, Huang Qianlao finally asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you insist back there? Are we really just going to the neighboring village?"
Lu Cuihua looked at her son driving the cart in front of them before whispering to her husband. "You saw the situation just now. Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu are not pushovers. Those nobles have plenty of ways to deal with commoners like us.
"I underestimated how important those two girls were to Mrs. Gu. If I had known, I would have buttered them up.
"It's all your stupid son's fault! Boasting about being highly valued by the masters—why didn't he mention it was all thanks to his wife's connections?"
As Lu Cuihua spoke, her tone dripped with contempt. The Huang family men's bad habit of caring too much about their pride really was identical across the board.
She had thought Huang Pingguo was different from the rest of the Huang family, but he turned out to be just as much of a braggart.
