Even Yi Zhonghai didn't know much about some of the actions taken by Lady Jia Zhang.
How could such a young girl know these things when she clearly wasn't even born at the time?
Could it have been Old Zhang who told her? Remembering Old Zhang, who had long passed away, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but tense up. Despite the old man's amiable appearance, Yi was never able to see through him.
"How could Old Zhang say just anything?" Yi Zhonghai felt he had to properly educate Zhang Yu, or else, for a young lady to speak so freely, would it sound good if word got out?
"No matter what Lady Jia Zhang is like, after all, she is an elder." Yi Zhonghai believed his starting point was not wrong—it was all for Zhang Yu's sake.
Standing in the courtyard, Zhang Yu said, "Lady Jia Zhang, be mindful of what you say in the future. If you speak again about our parents like that, sorry, more slaps will come your way, just like today's washing of your mouth."
