The City Lord's murderous intent was palpable to him.
He trembled a few times before steadying himself, stumbling out while loudly shouting to gather people.
The matter with Zhang Cuihua wasn't complicated.
Back then, Jiang Wang left a bundle of silver for Zhang Cuihua, not a large amount, yet enough to support her and her son.
Zhang Cuihua continued her daily work of firing tiles, hiding this money for Chu Yao's education. She told no one about it, so everything remained peaceful.
The inevitable grievances faced by a widow and her orphaned child, she accepted calmly.
There were occasional squabbles between her sisters-in-law, but they were small matters that could be endured.
Until the year before last, when Zhang Cuihua's elderly father fell seriously ill, the family had no money for treatment, so the old man could only wait for death. She then took out some silver taels, claiming it was the family money left by her husband, Chu Haoxue, for their son's studies.
