The grandmother turned her head, fixing the Fourth Groom with a lethally aggressive glare, before violently pivoting to snap at the Marquis.
"See?!" the Grand Madam roared, pointing her cane at her towering, trembling son. "See what type of absolute idiots you bring into this house to marry my dear granddaughter?! Is this how I raised you? I really think I should have thrown you into a river the day you were born! How can my own son be such an incompetent fool that he cannot even discern the difference between a simple tree and a destructive grass?!"
The Marquis lowered his head even further, his face burning with absolute humiliation. In this era, most nobles simply viewed bamboo as a symbol of tranquility and upright character. Almost no one actually knew about its viciously invasive root system. But there was no way he could argue with his mother now.
Heena wasn't done. She gently tugged on her grandmother's sleeve, her voice perfectly timed.
