Lady Lin let out a dissatisfied grunt, "What can be done about this? It's just a child, Jinguan, saying a couple of wrong things. As his grandmother and his aunt, do we really have to press the issue to the bitter end, calling for punishment and execution? If not for the monks, for the Buddha's sake, don't dwell on this matter just because your father has suffered so greatly. To accuse your grandmother of favoritism, such a trivial matter, yet as long as it's related to your aunt, she won't even spare her own grandson—"
"Mother—" Jindou angrily interjected to stop Lady Lin's complaints.
Was this simply a matter of misspeaking? They were the younger generation and could not speak out of turn, but were their parents unaware in their hearts? It was no longer about Jinguan; Jinguan was merely a catalyst. The crux was their parents' attitude, particularly what their mother had said—that was key to the whole issue.
