The moon was setting as crows cawed, and Shen Lingfeng was hung from a tree.
Madam Shen had changed into a plain dress, her light makeup still on her face.
Her eyes were fierce and round, her face ablaze with rage.
"Was it you who carried the bathwater?"
Whip in hand, she was on the verge of lashing out.
After a night of tender passion with her husband, she was ready for a good bath.
But then...
Of course, she still took her bath, but afterwards, she sought out Shen Lingfeng to vent her frustration.
"Mom, I was wrong!" Dangling from the tree, Shen Lingfeng had no clue what had happened, but he recalled the clever trick his brother-in-law had taught him, and apologized.
"Hmph, you know you're wrong?" Madam Shen fumed, "Tell me, where did you go wrong?"
These words stumped Shen Lingfeng once again.
"Hmph, Qi Yuan causing trouble is one thing; after all, he has stayed in the Madhouse before, but do you also wish to stay there?"