Madam Song's face turned terribly unpleasant, and her usually gentle tone became much sharper, "The ancestral hall back home is spacious enough. Go kneel for a month. Nobody will compete with you."
Song Ya Lan was scared and trembling, her legs became weak. Madam Song was known for her gentleness. She had been very tolerant towards many things, and because of this, Song Ya Lan had become so daring and acted recklessly. However, she almost forgot that no matter how gentle she was, she was still the household head of the Song family.
How could she tolerate such wanton behaviour?
"I, I, I... Second Aunt, I was just being honest and quick-witted, I didn't mean any harm." Song Ya Lan hastily explained.