The cold light in Madam Zhou's eyes intensified as she slightly raised her chin and spoke with her usual high-and-mighty tone: "Our Ji family is one that passes down poetry and books, adhering to the virtues of the sages. Thus, the descendants of the Ji family cannot be raised by a woman as unreasoning and selfish as you. Thankfully, Brother Sheng is only five years old this year. He will move to the outer courtyard today, where I will arrange for reliable wet nurses and maids to attend to him."
"No!" Ye Xinyi felt as if struck by lightning, instantly collapsing to the ground—they were trying to take Brother Sheng from her!
Madam Zhou's three daughters-in-law were evidently aware of this matter. Although their faces were solemn and they did not look at Ye Xinyi, they were making a considerable effort to suppress their emotions. Yet, from the lowered attitude of their eyelids, it was clear that Ye Xinyi's three sisters-in-law greatly approved of their mother-in-law's actions.
