By the willow-lined shore, jeers and laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Your daughter? You dare say Sister Yan is your daughter! Take a look at yourself, and then think about what Sister Yan looks like. Are you even worthy?"
Aunt Zhou was shoved to the ground. She covered her face in shame. "I was mistaken. I mistook her for someone else. I'm sorry..."
She truly had just mistaken the person. For a fleeting moment, the young woman's profile had looked so much like her own daughter's that she'd lost control and rushed forward to grab her.
But this was like poking a hornet's nest. The group of powdered-faced young masters she had disturbed were infamous dandies in the city. They spent their days in idleness, doing nothing but keeping courtesans, parading beauties, and generally causing trouble.
Now, with Aunt Zhou suddenly appearing like this, wasn't it just the thing to trigger their perverse sense of excitement?
What was this? This was ready-made entertainment!
