Old Lady Cui scolded as she did, but her heart was filled with concern for her grandson. After listening to her daughter's words, she picked up the letter again and read it over. Seeing that her grandson had not specified a date of return, her anger flared up once more, "Back then, I should have arranged for a strict tutor to accompany him to the South, so that now, as an adult, he wouldn't be so recklessly bold. When he returns, have your elder brother find a tutor to properly discipline him; otherwise, I fear he will grow ever more unruly."
Knowing that her nephew had crossed her mother's line this time, Cui Qingrou said with a smile, "Mother, Xiaoqi is a good child, just a bit too innocent. But there's nothing wrong with that; had we left him alone in the South for over a decade, anyone else might have long since harbored resentment."
"Xiaoqi is a good-hearted and pure child," Old Lady Cui very much agreed with her daughter's words, her tone not lacking pride.
