Bai Xiulan didn't deny that her Changqing had a point. An uncle really shouldn't interfere in his nephew's marital affairs, especially when his own daughter wouldn't even listen to him, let alone a nephew.
Even she, as the aunt, had often wanted to ask, but she was afraid of causing trouble. She worried she'd just be told to mind her own children.
No wonder their father always complained that the eldest was a disappointment. If the younger one hadn't been so impeccable and even managed to become the provincial top scholar, the family would have died of shame.
"Mom, why'd you suddenly go quiet?" Xu Changqing said with a laugh. "Are you jealous because I was praising Dad? You and Dad are the same in my heart.
My dad is the mountain, and you are the water. The mountain gives me peace, and the water nourished me as I grew. There's no favoritism. Letting me grow up freely makes you the best mom."
