Empress of Fortune: Chapter 67 - 67 067 The End

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Chapter 67: Chapter 067 The End

Truly, Mrs. Song had no sense of sha. When she used to tornt Zhuang Qingning, we never saw her paying any due respect as an elder to others. Now, when she perceives others faring marginally better, she conveniently espouses the elder’s status to demand respect, without a shred of remorse or embarrassnt.

A segnt of the crowd threw Zhuang Qingning a glare.

What a frustrating child. It was rely a minor issue involving a bowl of dumplings; she could have simply declined. Instead, she escalated matters by threateningly brandishing a kitchen knife. This has blown things way out of proportion.

Zhuang Jingye gave both Mrs. Song and Zhuang Qingning a fierce glare.

These two are nothing but trouble!

“Making such a huge fuss over a trivial matter, do you not feel embarrassed…?”

Zhuang Jingye reprimanded both in a gruff tone.

“Village Chief, you shouldn’t speak like this.”

Zhuang Qingning interrupted Zhuang Jingye’s reproving speech. “It was explicitly ntioned when I was declared head of the household that there would be no further involvent with my uncle’s family. If so, on what grounds am I obligated to share my dumplings with them?”

“When it cos to respecting elders who, after all, are not one’s biological parents, it’s not a given that I should show unconditional respect. The bond between

and my uncle’s household is sowhat strained. Even though my sister and I lived under my uncle’s roof for several years, they also profited from our lands. Now that debts are squared, it’s my choice whether to honor or not to honor them. Just because Mrs. Song demands her rights, does this justify barging into my house demanding whatever she fancies?”

“Moreover, who knows what she will demand next ti if it’s dumplings today? Didn’t she bluntly claim at our house that she is entitled to my earnings? Doesn’t this imply that she feels entitled to seize whatever she wants from ? In future, can she randomly snatch food or money?”

“Now that I’m the head of my household, how can I ignore such actions, irrespective of their nature? Such tolerance would invite further harassnt from everybody else, wouldn’t it?”

“Indeed, what Zhuang Qingning said is reasonable!” Quickly arriving at the scene, Zhuang Yonghe chid in, “First, it’s dumplings, who knows what they will snatch next?”

“Now that Zhuang Qingning is head of her household, she can’t rely let these issues slide. Consider if it happens amongst brothers who have separated households; If a brother barges into your house, eats and takes without a word, wouldn’t that irk you?”

“Zhuang Qingning was constantly tornted by Mrs. Song. Now that she is finally the head of her household and no longer subjected to bullying, she shouldn’t be forced to bear with all their whims like before.”

With Zhuang Yonghe speaking out, the onlookers started agreeing with him, expressing that Mrs. Song was in the wrong.

Indeed, if she is grabbing dumplings now, who knows what she’ll snatch next? Fear settles in the hearts of n. When you give an inch, they take a mile—no different than trampling over your head while defecating and urinating.”

Especially Mrs. Song, who is known for her heartlessness. Isn’t it because Zhuang Qingning bore with it that she was bullied for so long?

Zhuang Jingye was annoyed by the squabbling onlookers. He raised his hand: “Silence!”

Isn’t it obvious who the village chief is? A rambunctious lot who no longer respected his authority?

As Zhuang Jingye called for silence, the crowd quietened down.

“Mrs. Song, you were indeed in the wrong. As Zhuang Qingning said, the two of you have no actual relations anymore, you cannot just go to her house and seize things.”

“What are you talking about, but I’m her aunt, why can’t I have so dumplings…,”

Mrs. Song was unnerved with so many people siding with Zhuang Qingning. Furthermore, Zhuang Jingye was chastising her, which ignited her anger.

“Why can’t I?” Zhuang Qingning snorted coldly. Suddenly, with a whizzing sound, she flung the kitchen knife in her hand.

The knife headed straight towards Mrs. Song, freezing her on the spot.

The onlookers gasped in shock.

Sweat started trickling down from Zhuang Jingye’s forehead.

Were these people courting death? Did they not know how temperantal Zhuang Qingning was? Instead of calming her down, they completely forgot that Zhuang Qingning was holding a knife, ready to attack Mrs. Song.

Is this the end for the village? And is it the end of his tenure as Village Chief…

The end!

Mrs. Song shared the sa sentint, her eyes rolled back thinking she was on her way to et King Yama.

The kitchen knife brushed past Mrs. Song’s hair, with a swoosh and a clang, embedding itself into the loamy wall.

It went half-way into the wall.

A cold shiver ran through the crowd.

This force, expended with all her strength, is scary. What if instead of using the kitchen knife to intimidate, she had aid directly at Mrs. Song’s forehead? Would it have cracked her skull open?

Zhuang Qingning, this girl, is truly formidable.

A ruthless Zhuang Qingning, however, ignored the astonished, shocked, and scared crowd. Walking past them, she extracted the knife lodged in the wall.

“What did you say?”

Zhuang Qingning glared at Mrs. Song: “I didn’t say anything. I rely acted.”

“Since there are those who want to tornt , I might as well ensure they’re not spared either. If all returns to chaos, no one will be better off.”

“I have neither father nor mother to fear.”

The chilling words caused everyone to shudder on this already hot spring day.

Mrs. Song was so scared that she fell to the ground, her colorless lips quivering for quite a while without uttering a word.

What if that knife had cut her face….

Mrs. Song felt a chill on her forehead, followed by a warmth creeping up between her legs.

A stench perated the air. The onlookers naturally knew what had happened, pinching their noses and covering their faces, tactfully ignoring the spectacle Mrs. Song presented.

Zhuang Jingye’s frown grew deeper.

“What a foolish behavior! If you intend to do evil deeds, at least be capable of doing so! At this rate, she should just stay at ho instead of humiliating herself.”

“Find soone to notify Zhuang Ruman. He’d better collect his wife before she further embarrasses herself.”

After issuing instructions, Zhuang Jingye looked at Mrs. Song: “I need not spar with words. You should reflect upon your actions. If there’s any more trouble in the future, I won’t interfere!”

“As for Zhuang Qingning, look, it isn’t necessary to resort to violence. I may not simply be a puppet. If you need soone to back you up, I will. But there’s no need to brandish a knife here. If you were to hurt soone, it wouldn’t be a good thing.”

He lectured both of them impartially, expecting both to behave modestly.

Zhuang Qingning blinked.

Zhuang Jingye preferred peaceful villagers and was adept at playing middleman. He just wanted to pacify her now, urging her to behave modestly to avoid any trouble.