"Whore, may you never rest in peace. These two bastards won't have a good end either; they betrayed their own father, even Heaven won't tolerate them." Ma Zhicai's face twisted grotesquely, his already long face stretching even further.
"Shut your mouth, the one who deserves retribution is you." Lou Zheng, along with a dozen others, squeezed out from the crowd, "Your Ma Family disliked the poor and loved the rich first, breaking off the marriage, and in the end, you even blame the Princess. Ma Erlang brought it upon himself—if he hadn't harbored evil intentions towards the Lin Family and snuck in to steal from them, how could he have been wanted? It's your own sinister heart to blame, yet you blame others."
Lou Zheng had seen the armored soldiers raiding Ma Family's home and, upon understanding the situation clearly, brought several villagers who were not off duty. He arrived just in time to hear Ma Zhicai's words, causing him to bristle with anger.
