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It seems that the girl must be Lady Jin’s personal maid, but I don’t know what kind of medicine she went to buy.

Liu Limin couldn’t be bothered to argue with Lady Ma about her Little Concubine daughter’s matters, dismissively waving her hand, she huffed with hands on hips, "Oh wow, since your daughter is so incredible, why would you, her mother, stoop to do those dirty deeds that only petty thieves engage in? You’re really disgracing your daughter! "

As soon as Liu Limin uttered these words, Lady Ma felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart began to beat wildly with apprehension—could it have been that her son’s situation had been exposed?

No, it absolutely could not be; if the villagers found out that her son not only had a broken leg and had been locked up in prison, but was also out of his mind, then how would he ever get married? She still needed to hold her grandsons!

By now, Lady Ma had given up on the hope that Lin Yongle would achieve any scholarly honors; all she wanted was for her son to quickly recover his senses and properly take a wife.

To Lin Yuan and others, however, Lady Ma’s reaction seemed to be the guilty response of someone whose misdeeds had been exposed.

Lin Jiazhong still had no idea what was happening, seeing Lin Yuan and her group’s accusatory posture, then looking at his own woman nearly trembling with guilt, he genuinely believed she had gone behind his back and done something terrible again.

"What have you done this time?" He roared in a low voice, startling Lady Ma, whose shoulders visibly shook. She immediately looked up and waved her hands frantically to prove her innocence, "Nothing, nothing, head of the household, I haven’t done anything! Haven’t I just been staying at home, waiting for news from Ah Le? Really, I haven’t done anything! "

Hearing Lady Ma bring up Lin Yongle, Lin Jiazhong glared at her with a warning in his bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t slept well the night before, and his eyes were full of bloodshot vessels, such a glare made Lady Ma’s heart pound with fear.

"Enough! Stop putting on an act, you two!" As a senior, Liu Limin naturally took charge for Lin Yuan, especially against the shameless group represented by Lin Jiazhong and bluntly brought things to light, "It rained last night, and half of the red bricks for my house construction went missing, with footprints all around on the ground. Those footprints lead straight to your house! Speak up, Lady Ma, what is your intention here? Your daughter is already the favorite Little Concubine of Master Magistrate; are you so lacking that you’d need to steal a few bricks? Or perhaps you’ve stolen them specifically to create trouble for Lin Yuan’s family? "

Upon hearing that they were here for the bricks and not to mock them about Lin Yongle, Lady Ma breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could fully relax, she was immediately accused of a serious offense—stealing.

She, the mother of Lin Siyu—did she need to stoop so low as to steal bricks? They were underestimating her!

"Liu Limin, watch your words! What do you mean I stole? There are so many people who pass by Little Disaster Star’s House; how can you be sure those are the footsteps of the brick thief? Humph!"

Because she hadn’t done it, Lady Ma spoke with a straight back and her voice full of confidence, scolding fiercely.

"Humph! Liu Limin, I never thought that aside from your fierce and aggressive temper, you could be such a fool! No wonder no one dares to marry you, with your inability to distinguish right from wrong. Imagine, if such a daughter-in-law entered a family, wouldn’t the in-laws be wrongly accused and aggrieved daily?

Maybe if your house were to lose a steamed bun, you’d blame someone just for passing by your door! "

Liu Limin exclaimed in surprise and began to see Lady Ma in a new light.

Previously, she had only dealt more with Lady Yang when she was at her elder sister’s house and hadn’t interacted much with Lady Ma.

She hadn’t expected that Lady Ma would stand her ground like this—she had indeed underestimated her!

Lin Yuan also felt puzzled. Lady Ma had clearly shown signs of guilt, but why did she suddenly stand firm when accused of stealing bricks? Could it be that she really wasn’t the thief?