Lady Shangguan felt deep sympathy for her honest and obedient son-in-law.
She intended to aid Zhao Shen, but she had no control over her daughter at all.
Lady Shangguan watched Shangguan Furong's retreating figure, shaking her head helplessly.
Shangguan Furong returned to the Zhao house, fuming with rage.
"Furong, you're back." Zhao Shen immediately rose from the sofa.
"Hmm, pour me a cup of tea."
"Oh, alright." Zhao Shen immediately poured Shangguan Furong a cup of tea.
After taking one sip, Shangguan Furong immediately spat the tea back out. "Zhao Shen! Are you deliberately trying to irritate me? Didn't I tell you already, I don't like Pu'er Tea! I want Biluochun Tea! Biluochun Tea! What part of that do you not understand?"
Shangguan Furong was already seething with anger, and Zhao Shen, the perennial scapegoat, was an easy target.