Old Lady Mo waddled up to the county magistrate's horse, and said flatteringly: "Great Master, look at these unruly people, how dare they defy the Great Master's authority and even dare to rebel against the Imperial court, isn't this called...something...?" Halfway through, the uneducated Old Lady Mo found herself at a loss for words.
The county magistrate couldn't help but say: "Rebellion."
"Yes, yes, it's rebellion, these unruly people just want to rebel. County magistrate, arrest them all, throw them in prison, chop their heads off, that's right." At the critical moment, Old Lady Mo didn't forget to pour oil on the fire.
The village head, listening nearby, was furious, thinking that Old Lady Mo was too vicious, wanting Madam Xie and her daughter to bear the title of rebels.
"Madam Mo, people act under heaven's watch, don't go too far when doing things."
Old Lady Mo glanced at the village head: "You are Madam Xie's paramour, naturally you would speak for her."
