"Mo Heng isn't an ingrate, so don't go talking nonsense to others, lest they really start getting ideas." Old Scholar Fang frowned as he spoke to her.
"I'm just worried about Pei Qin and the others feeling wronged." Grandma Fang said with a sigh. She had been hoping all along that Pei Qin would give birth to a son this time. She also feared that Mo Heng might suddenly return to the Mo family, and even if Qinqin was a Third Rank Enjoin, with the aristocratic family's power and influence, they would surely look down on her and make things difficult for her and her mother. Those big households were all full of sly people, who might seem like saints on the surface, but with the slightest flick of an eyelid could come up with a deadly scheme, insidiously hard to guard against.
