Jiang Shaohua showed some tolerance to the elderly: "Just bear with it for a few more days."
"It's the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and Old Madam Xue doesn't seem to have any intention of setting off back home. It looks like she will be spending the New Year at the Prince Mansion," Chen Jinyu murmured, "I've never seen anything like this, hanging around during the New Year and not leaving."
Jiang Shaohua glanced at her with a smile: "It's fine to grumble in front of me, but don't say anything in front of Old Madam Xue. We don't want to upset her."
Chen Jinyu sighed: "I'm really just upset on behalf of my mother. My mother has never been wronged at home, but now Old Madam Xue is being so nitpicky all the time, and my mother has to grin and bear it."
After all, the bond between a mother and her daughter is flesh and blood. Private complaints are one thing, but seeing one's own mother enduring grievances is something Chen Jinyu couldn't tolerate.
