He Tiantian chattered endlessly, her words filled with concern for Wei Yanting.
Wei Yanting was deeply touched and hurriedly said, "Aunt, I'm not afraid! I have acted uprightly and sat uprightly, and fostering grace is still grace. You are all alone, and as a child you raised single-handedly, it's only right for me to reciprocate the care. How could that be wrong?"
Wei Yanting had no fond feelings for Mrs. Zhang, let alone a bunch of cheap relatives he had never even met.
The Zhang Family had indeed returned to Capital City, but after the turmoil of the past few years, they were no longer as prosperous as before.
The "Old Master Zhang" mentioned by He Tiantian, who was Wei Yanting's uncle, had been called back to Capital City but only to serve as an idle officer in the Ministry of Rites.
He had a title but no real power.
And as for the other uncles from the Zhang Family, they didn't even have such nominal positions.
