Old Madam Zuo clutched at her heart, feeling a throbbing pain in her head. They had just arrived in Yizhou City, and barely become familiar with the place. Above them resided the Prince of Yizhou, and below, there was the county magistrate from a prestigious family. Either one was an entity that their family, of a mere fifth-rank official, could not afford to offend.
They had intended to put on a good front, to break into the upper crust of Yizhou City. But how long had it been since the Winter Solstice banquet? Their family's face had been thoroughly trampled into the ground.
Their grandson was young, and moreover, a generation removed – parenting him was the responsibility of his own parents.
Old Madam Zuo could only point at Bai Yu, wordless for a long while.
