Hearing this, the onlookers exchanged glances and stopped.
Old Madam Xiang was covered in filth, having collapsed into a pile of vegetable leaves. Although Xiang Mingli was already lying down, he hadn't been spared either; he too was covered in eggs and vegetable scraps.
Mrs. Wang, standing at the back, hadn't been hit much. She kept her head down, not daring to raise it for even a second.
"Clan Leader, you must seek justice for me! They are bullying me beyond measure," Old Madam Xiang cried, wiping her face with her sleeve.
The old Clan Leader turned, his mustache bristling with rage. "You injured a General of the nation to such a degree, and you still have the gall to cry?"
"Clan Leader, I am innocent! It was an accident! Minghou is my own son; how could I truly take a knife to him?" Old Madam Xiang sobbed as if her heart were being torn out.
