Ji Liansong hadn't even spoken yet when Yang immediately declared it was out of the question.
"Wuan was driven out. She was backed into a corner; if she didn't find a way to survive, she would've starved. We're different. Your younger uncle is about to become a Scholar! Our family's fortunes are finally about to turn around. Isn't it stupid to talk about separating the family now?"
The veins on the back of Ji Mingfang's clenched fists bulged. "What does it matter to our branch of the family whether he becomes a Scholar or not? Grandma and Grandpa won't think any higher of us."
"We're not counting on your grandparents." Yang didn't know why her son was being so stubborn today. "Our whole family is counting on your fourth uncle. With your leg... in the future, you'll have to rely on your fourth uncle too..."
"Wife!" Ji Liansong tried to cut Yang off, but it was too late. Ji Mingfang had already heard.
His expression faltered, and his face instantly darkened.
