Hui Niang looked at Wei Zhao and inquired, "Who do you have in your family?"
Wei Zhao didn't intend to be vague.
"Only... my biological mother."
"Is she easy to get along with?"
"Unless necessary, I won't let her interact with my mother."
This...
It seems the mother-son relationship isn't great.
Hui Niang wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, "Don't mind me nagging, but people in this county look down on those from the village. I'm worried Wan Niang, being from a small place, might invite their disdain."
She repeatedly warned, her words full of tenderness, "If she follows you and doesn't have a good life, you must, must bring her back to me!"
"If you can't treat her well, let Wan Niang stay at home."
"The days are long, and I can't keep her by my side forever; my husband and I are getting old, and we'll eventually return to dust."
"After you leave, if she wants to remarry, I can still find her a good match."
Wei Zhao's face darkened.
