Under Old Master Lu's watchful gaze, Old Madam Lu's words got stuck in her throat.
"Do you remember what I have told you before?" Old Master Lu's eyes were sharp, his tone carrying displeasure, "Concerning Yichen's affairs, you needn't intervene too much. Whoever he likes, he shall marry. Don't interfere."
"Old Sir," Although Old Madam Lu felt somewhat guilty, she nevertheless spoke up, "Even though I am not Yichen's biological mother, haven't I been his mother in name all these years? Just because of that, should I really not express any opinion at all about whom he should marry?"
"Moreover, I am doing this for Yichen's own good. That Zhong Nianyao comes from an insignificant family, and as you know, her cousin is Chenran, whom he keeps as a mistress outside. Such things cannot be hidden."
"Why should they be hidden?" Old Master Lu frowned, "I have never thought to hide such matters. We haven't done anything to feel guilty about, why fear idle gossip?"
