Xia Chu didn't wait for Madam Wang to finish speaking before she burst into a derisive laughter.
Seeing Xiyao's face darken even more, she was utterly speechless.
With a sneer, "Nameless and forgotten? Lonely spirits? Ancestral tomb? Madam Wang, the Qing Dynasty is long gone. Don't you find it laughable to speak such words? Who covets your so-called title, and who covets being buried in your Wang Family's ancestral tomb? Being buried there, can one come back to life or become a deity?"
"Yourself as well, your entire family, should all be party members, truly 'iron rice bowls,' right? Does it honor the state and the party's years of materialist education? To openly speak such feudal superstitions, to openly promote such obsolete feudal thinking. What, are you dissatisfied with today's life, and wish to revert back to the Qing Dynasty?"
Madam Wang hadn't expected Xia Chu to directly throw such a heavy accusation at her.