Madam Wei's eyes were deep-set.
Though calmed by age, her gaze was sharp and couldn't be concealed. It was as if she could see right through a person with a single glance.
After entering the room, Wei Ting strode over, head held high, a smile still playing on his lips.
"Grandmother, your grandson has come to pay his respects."
Upon seeing Wei Ting, Madam Wei's expression grew even tighter. She was still displeased about his public request in the morning court yesterday to marry a Miss Ji.
Unfazed by her cold expression, Wei Ting tried to coax her. "Grandmother, who angered you? I'll go tie them up right now and give them a good beating, so they'll never dare be so presumptuous again."
"Who in this family other than you would dare be so presumptuous?"
Gazing at her handsome, decorated grandson, Madam Wei's voice was like a cold wind sweeping through ancient woods, devoid of any warmth.
"What is it that you see in Ji Wu?"
