Ji Ruyan raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance, "Maternal Aunt Qiao means..."
"I wish to personally raise Brother Wen and Brother Wu."
Maternal Aunt Qiao's delicate demeanor, tears streaming like raindrops off pear blossoms, made her seem all the more pitiable.
Unfortunately for her, Ji Ruyan was not a man; she was a woman.
She curled her lips slightly, "Maternal Aunt Qiao, you and Father met on Xianren Fang, which, to put it grandly, made you intimate confidants. Moreover, you bore Father two sons, which surely grants you a certain status in his heart. For this matter, you can simply put forth your request directly to Father."
Wiping the tear stains from her cheeks, Maternal Aunt Qiao said, "Sister Yan, do you think I haven't tried? Every time I bring it up, within a few days, the woman from the eastern courtyard comes up with a new strategy and immediately takes Brother Wen and Brother Wu away."
