Berating

It remained unchanged. Realizing she couldn't gain an upper hand and would only face humiliation, Fan Ruyin promptly resigned, shirking her responsibilities.

"…Madam Shao, if you're dissatisfied, feel free to take it up with our family! As the wife of the Prefect, who could dare to oppose you? Moreover, your eloquence is unmatched."

With those words, Fan Ruyin turned on her heels and stormed off.

The two madams of the Fan family exchanged glances, their faces draining of color, their expressions contorting into a mixture of rage and disgust. Their sister-in-law's penchant for stirring up trouble had resurfaced once more, leaving them to deal with the aftermath.

Dealing with other matters was one thing; after all, there was hardly anything in Anze Province that the Fan family couldn't handle. But tangling with the Prefect's wife? That was an entirely different matter.

"Madam Shao—"