Aunt Xia had been dissatisfied with Mother Xia for many years, yet her own husband owed Mother Xia his life, so she had to revere her like a deity.
Aunt Xia glanced at Uncle Xia.
Uncle Xia's face looked terrible.
Aunt Xia turned her head and said, "Chuyi's mother has always been a bit muddled—everyone knows that."
"You're a fool to take her words seriously," she added.
Though Aunt Xia spoke cheerfully, her words were blunt and insulting.
Xia Lan bit her lip, still not giving up, "Today, Second Aunt is my matron of honor, and I was thinking, if Uncle and Auntie are willing..."
"Heh, I've told you not to call us that anymore, why do you keep saying it?" Aunt Xia interrupted her.
"Third Xia Family's daughter, you should head back. You know how your marriage has come about. It's really not convenient for our family to attend."
"I'm sure you can understand that."
"Besides, it's not just us, many people in the village will find it inconvenient to go, won't they?"
