Madame Lady Qiao and the others voiced their agreement, venting their grievances for a while before departing.
Third Old Master Qiao seethed with anger and instructed someone to remove Concubine Du. He intended to question her in detail.
Back in the house, he ordered the servants to untie Concubine Du. Before she could catch her breath, Third Old Master Qiao delivered a brutal kick, causing her to scream and tumble to the floor.
"You wretched woman! The audacity of your actions!"
"You've become quite bold. Daring to do something like this!"
"Speak up, who ordered you to do it!"
Concubine Du, cold, hungry, filled with hatred and anger, was no longer afraid. She rose to her feet, laboriously fixing her gaze on Third Old Master Qiao, her eyes filled with contempt. "Who do you think had the power and the nerve to give such orders? Don't you already know? Even if you do, I doubt you'd dare to utter a word!"
"You!"