"Grandma, please don't say that."
Yan Xiaye had tears in her eyes as well, her lips pursed, her eyes rimmed red, "Ya'er...she's just a child. She doesn't understand that all Grandma's teachings are for her own good. She will eventually realize your kind intentions."
"There's an old saying that you can see one's future by the age of three, and I don't know what's gotten into this child. Not only is she not as well-behaved as you, even Beicheng was not this unreasonable at the age of five."
The Old Madam sighed heavily, "After all, a replacement will never equal to one's own child. An old woman like me is already one foot in the grave. If I could hold a great-grandson in my remaining years, I would die with no regrets, and I could face your grandfather with pride."
Having said this much, Yan Xiaye couldn't possibly misunderstand the Old Madam's underlying message.
