The two stone lions standing outside the Marquis Yangling Mansion have witnessed the decline and prosperity of the Cui family, yet they remain as solemn and majestic as ever.
"Why do you remember to come pay respects to this old woman? Is it especially to thank the Cui family for their years of nurturing grace?" Dowager Cui paused in her fingering of the prayer beads.
"I've heard the official family intends to grant a Prince Mansion, and the Ministry of Industry has planned the blueprints and intends to start construction. When we meet again, I should rightly address you as 'Prince'."
Her face still bore a kind and benevolent expression, yet her words were all laced with thorns.
Cui Yunrong's complexion turned pale, his demeanor respectful and constrained. Although he did not return, he was aware that Dowager Cui had fallen ill after hearing the news.
Cui Xuan's eyebrows knitted slightly, softly calling: "Mother-in-law."
"Ah Yue, do you still care for him?"
