"All right."
Jiaye saw Lord Miao's awkwardness as he sat aside and said in a serious, soft voice, "My dear in-law, now that we've cleared the air, to be honest, my son did feel slighted in your world, and as a mother, I really can't bear to see my son upset."
"But I can understand your actions."
"After all, at the time you thought your own daughter was dead, naturally, you wouldn't want some stranger becoming your son-in-law and thus gaining an association with you. That's just human nature, not something incomprehensible."
"I actually quite like Lord Miao."
"The two of them are also genuinely in love."
"What happened in the past is in the past; I won't say much more. Let's get along well from now on, shall we?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The middle-aged woman nodded eagerly, again and again. This was the best outcome, while Lord Miao, sitting beside her, finally showed a smile again. He took his mother's arm and sat next to her, sticking out his tongue and quietly complaining.
