Wufu didn't quite understand Madam Zhou's thoughts. If it was about wealth, they now had no worries about food and drink, were surrounded by servants, and adorned with gold and silver, living luxuriously as any grand lady would.
If it was about needing a man or a son, Madam Zhou had children and was only in her thirties; getting married again would be very easy, so why insist on hanging herself on one tree?
Moreover, it was a crooked tree infested with bugs!
Hanging herself on such a tree brought no benefit, only endless pain. Was she perhaps drawn to such suffering?
Wufu stroked her chin, wondering if Madam Zhou had a natural inclination for masochism!
