Jin Qianqian knew that children who don't complain are always the ones to suffer. Sometimes, you just had to make your feelings known.
"Mother, you know how those aristocratic families are. My husband worked so hard to finally achieve something, and now he has to give up his position for someone else.
We don't even know where we'll be sent next, so I really don't have the heart or the time for these domestic trifles."
The more Li Cuicui listened, the guiltier she felt. "It's my fault. I'm getting old and muddled. I nearly fell for it.
I just never thought a child so young could be so cunning.
When you get old, your heart softens. I was begged and cried to a few times and did a foolish thing. Seventh Wife, you can't hold it against me."
Jin Qianqian said, "Mother, how can you say that?
My hands are truly tied, or else I would have agreed.
