pjbooks Chapter 68 Yan Zhenzhu is no longer submissive
Chapter 68 Yan Zhenzhu is no longer submissive
Upon hearing the sound, the four spirits in the main room immediately put down their mahjong tiles and ran towards the main room.
With a single glance from Zhao Taohua, the Durian Spirit obediently stayed behind to guard the house, while the Argumentative Spirit picked up Zhao Taohua and quickly ran towards the riverbank, with the Menstrual Spirit and the Snail Spirit close behind.
The cold wind howled, and it hurt when it hit your face.
The river water was icy cold, and the lotus pond was covered with silt; once you stepped in, you would sink in and it would be difficult to get out.
Everyone standing by the lotus pond looked terrified. No one dared to go down and rescue her. They could only find bamboo poles and ropes and throw them to Yan Zhenzhu.
Cao Shi stared at the rippling river surface, her face darkening, and burst into a tirade of curses:
"That bastard! The New Year is almost here, and everyone at home is busy as hell. Instead of helping out, he chose this time to jump into the river."
While others celebrate the Lunar New Year, my family is holding a funeral?
"Can't you just give me a break? Calling my Shengde a widower during the Lunar New Year!"
Zhao Shengde stood silently to the side, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together.
He harbored resentment over Yan Zhenzhu's inability to have children; if Yan Zhenzhu were to die, it would save him the trouble of divorcing her.
Someone asked, "What if Yan Zhenzhu doesn't grab the rope?"
She didn't struggle at all from beginning to end; she was determined to die!
Grandma Feng glared angrily at Madam Cao and cursed:
“Some people who mistreat their daughters-in-law will face retribution.”
Yan Zhenzhu's body sank little by little, and a life was lost right before the villagers' eyes. Everyone felt terrible.
When Zhao Taohua arrived, Yan Zhenzhu was about to sink.
She pointed at the troll and shouted, "Go down and save Sister-in-law Pearl!"
Yan Zhenzhu felt uncomfortable from the stench of the lotus pond, but the cold river water did not hurt her as much as Cao's cursing and her husband's silence.
Her eyes were filled with despair; she only wanted to be swallowed by the icy river and leave this painful world as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, she seemed to see a young woman at the bottom of the river, but before she could see her clearly, she fainted.
"The person was saved by a troll!"
"Are you still alive?"
"Oh my god, go and call Uncle Xiangping over here quickly."
The nitpicker carried Yan Zhenzhu out of the river, and even though he had to wade through the muddy water, he still managed to emerge from the lotus pond.
The moment Zhao Taohua saw the yin energy emanating from Yan Zhenzhu, her pupils contracted, but after a moment, her expression returned to normal.
When Grandma Feng saw that Yan Zhenzhu was soaking wet, she quickly took off her cotton-padded coat and wrapped it around Yan Zhenzhu.
Following Zhao Taohua's instructions, the nitpicker carried Yan Zhenzhu to Zhao Shengde's house.
Several women helped Yan Zhenzhu change into dry clothes, and soon after, Zhao Xiangping arrived as well.
The villagers all gathered around the bed, wanting to know how Yan Zhenzhu was doing.
The nitpicker dragged Zhao Taohua into the main room and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Little Celestial Master, it seems there's something wrong with the Yan family."
He couldn't quite put his finger on what the problem was, but after a hundred years of being a spirit, he seemed to sense the presence of a kindred spirit in Yan Shi.
Zhao Taohua nodded slightly to him, her eyes calm.
In an instant, the nitpicker realized that Zhao Taohua had also discovered it, but she deliberately kept it to herself.
The moment Zhao Xiangping placed his hand on Yan Zhenzhu's pulse, his brows furrowed slightly.
Someone asked with concern, "Uncle Xiangping, is Pearl's condition not good?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Cao cursed in disgust, "What bad luck! Now we really have to hold a funeral during the New Year!"
Zhao Xiangping turned his head to look at her: "Did I say Pearl was going to die?"
Pearl will not only not die, but she is in good health and shows no abnormal symptoms. She doesn't need any medicine; just some ginger and brown sugar water will do.
The villagers were shocked: "My God, falling into the lotus pond in the dead of winter and not getting seriously hurt, youth really makes a difference, you're so healthy."
Cao Shi retorted with dissatisfaction, "What's so good about it? You still can't have children!"
"Is it solely my fault that I can't have children?"
"If the man is useless, no one else could have children either."
Just then, Yan Zhenzhu, who had been unconscious, woke up and replied without any politeness.
Her eyes no longer held the timidity and cowardice of the past; she directly confronted Cao Shi.
Her words were like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present. Everyone turned to look at Zhao Shengde: He's no good.
Zhao Shengde panicked and was at a loss for what to do, as everyone stared at him.
His face flushed, he kicked the bed hard and said angrily, "Yan Zhenzhu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Don't you know whether I'm lying or not?"
"Xiangping's great-grandfather is right here. Would you dare let him take your pulse?"
Yan Zhenzhu replied, her eyes filled with disdain for Zhao Shengde.
Zhao Shengde's lips trembled, his chest ached with anger, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
The room was filled with villagers, all waiting for him to reach out and take Xiangping's great-grandfather's pulse.
Seeing her beloved son humiliated by Yan Zhenzhu, Cao cursed loudly:
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have Shengde divorce you."
You haven't laid a single egg in four years, and you're turning around and blaming my son for not being able to produce an egg. A woman like you doesn't deserve to be a wife..."
"Fine, then divorce me. Even if he marries eight more women, he still won't be able to have a single child!"
Yan Zhenzhu interrupted Cao Shi directly, suppressing her with an even louder voice.
When Zhao Shengde saw Yan Zhenzhu reveal his incompetence in front of so many people, his face grew increasingly grim.
Just as Cao was about to continue scolding Yan Zhenzhu, Zhao Shengde interrupted:
"Alright, Mother, please stop talking."
"???" Cao looked at him in disbelief. She was trying to help him.
Suddenly, in the next instant, Cao's mind came to a realization: could it really be that her precious son was useless?
"Zhao Shengde, don't even think about making me drink that bitter and smelly medicine again. If you want to drink it, you can drink it yourself!"
After Yan Zhenzhu finished speaking, Cao felt as if the sky had fallen.
Reverse, reverse!
The daughter-in-law actually dared to challenge her mother-in-law!
She bought all those fertility-inducing drugs with her own money, yet Yan Zhenzhu still complained about them?
Zhao Taohua said to everyone, "Now that Sister-in-law Pearl is alright, everyone can disperse."
"Yes, I still have meat stewing in my pot, I need to go back and check."
"My family hasn't finished putting up the Spring Festival couplets yet, so I have to go back too."
Upon hearing this, everyone left.
Before leaving, Zhao Taohua glanced at Yan Zhenzhu on the bed.
The female ghost, who had endured a century of torment in the lotus pond, possessed extraordinary explosive power. Upon waking, she infuriated Cao Shi and Zhao Shengde to the point of turning their faces ashen.
It seems that Zhao Shengde's family is in for some turmoil from now on.
Later, as expected, arguments could often be heard in the village, along with Cao's incompetent outbursts of anger.
Qian clicked her tongue in the direction of Zhao Shengde's house:
"She deserves it. Pearl should have become more assertive long ago. She was bullied by that wicked mother-in-law Cao Chunxiang for four years for nothing."
"Peach Blossom, go and tell Shen Ming to come to our house for New Year's Eve dinner."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ershu immediately sensed something was amiss:
"Let's not invite him to our house for New Year's Eve dinner. Just send him some of the dishes we've prepared."
Zhao Ershu recalled that someone in the village had asked him earlier if he had betrothed Tao Hua to Shen Ming.
Now, inviting people to our home for New Year's Eve dinner would only deepen the misunderstanding, wouldn't it?