Chapter 228: The Cost of a Broken Leg on February 28th Chapter 228: The Cost of a Broken Leg on February 28th At that moment, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Only old man Ye had no choice but to gather his courage to go over and calm Ye Jiu down, “Little Jiu, be good, put down the Iron Mace first and let’s talk, okay?”

Ye Jiu abruptly dropped the Iron Mace she was holding onto the ground, then dodged old man Ye’s attempt to take her hand, and walked straight to Mrs. He, looking at her still being supported by Ye Gaoshi, she asked, “Mother, are you alright?”

“It’s nothing, just fell on my buttocks, Mother really didn’t love Little Jiujiu for nothing, at the critical moment one is more useless than the other, only my daughter knows to avenge her mother.” Mrs. He said with a satisfied expression, not thinking there was anything wrong with the heavy hand Ye Jiu had wielded.

In her eyes, even if Ye Jiu was harsh, it was to avenge her, she couldn’t bear to see her own mother bullied, which is why she lost control.

She was better than the few men present, Mrs. He looked at old man Ye and Ye Gaoshi ironically.

They stood right beside her and yet still watched her get bullied without any thought of intervening.

Only then did Ye Erya finally snap out of her pain, “Ye Jiu, you damn wretch, how dare you break my leg, I’m definitely going to the government office to sue you, you just wait…”

“Fine, then I’ll wait for you to sue me,” Ye Jiu turned around, her gaze somberly fixated on Ye Erya, “Perfect, we can also take this to the County Office and have a good talk. What would be the crime of a concubine-born daughter, already married, who also happens to be the offspring of an adulterous concubine, coming back to her maternal home to beat her legitimate mother?”

In ancient times, filial piety was held above all else, a concubine, could be bought and sold.

If it weren’t for the ignorance of rural household rules, even a child born to a concubine would not be qualified to call her ‘Mother’.

Ye Jiu had spent enough years in this world, plus the knowledge she gained from watching TV dramas in the past, so she knew that whether true or false, it was easy to trap someone with words.

And now, Ye Erya was rendered speechless by her challenge.

Ye Erya knew better than anyone how much this world valued filial piety, and yet in a moment of folly, she had struck Mrs. He. If she took this matter to the government office, getting beaten would be getting off lightly, it could be more serious, and she might even end up in jail.

No, she didn’t want to go to jail.

Yet looking at her own leg, now swollen terribly, Ye Erya couldn’t help but feel a sorrow arising from within.

Because of Mrs. Li’s adultery, her in-laws had been treating her with indifference for the past few months, and now Mrs. Li’s association with traffickers which led to her being taken to the authorities had also come to light.

Since this news reached her in-laws, Ye Erya had overheard her parents-in-law and husband discussing the possibility of divorcing her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have run back to her maternal home in a fit of rage to cause a scene.

Of course, she had never imagined that merely acting on impulse to push Mrs. He would result in such painful consequences.

And now, she was even being threatened and warned by this sister who had never been anything remarkable.

Ye Erya felt as if her entire world had collapsed.

Helpless, there was no one here who would feel compassion for her, not even her sister Ye Erya, of the same mother, who sat on the ground paralyzed with fear, unable to get up.

Although life had not been great before, it was not like now, living every day in fear and trepidation, wanting to run but with nowhere to go, Ye Erya felt as if she was stuck in a quagmire, daring not to move, afraid of both surfacing and sinking deeper.

Helpless Ye Erya could only look pitifully towards old man Ye, the only relative left here who could help her.

Just as she was about to speak, tears were already streaming down her face, and she displayed her grief without needing to pretend.