"You all go out, go out. Crying and wailing, what kind of decorum is this? Do you want to cry me to death? Go and call Ding Zhijing over; I have something to discuss with him!"
Taking advantage of the women's departure, Huang Youcai savored last night's events with relish, his heart "thump thump" almost leaping out of his throat.
"How terrifying that anomaly was, illuminating the entire land... What Mother of Sores, Mother of Turtles, they're all nonsense!"
"Father-in-law, please remain seated," Ding Zhijing spoke softly, "You didn't tell anyone about what happened last night, did you?"
"No, no, nobody knows except for heaven, earth, you, and me! Even your mother-in-law doesn't know."
"That's good." Ding Zhijing swallowed hard, filled with both reverence and fear.
As a well-known scholar in town, it was rare for him to show such an expression.
