After lighting the oil lamp in the main room, Xu Changqing saw her father heading toward her grandparents' room in the east wing. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to go back to her own room in the dark.
It wasn't that the stinging in her palm made her resentful of her grandmother for hitting her. It was just that, at that moment, she wouldn't know what to say if she had to face her.
As she passed the West Outer Room, Xu Changqing made a point to walk quietly. Her grandmother was one thing; she'd already smacked her palm and wasn't the type to keep nagging her about it.
Her mother, on the other hand, was different. Perhaps because she'd never had a son, it was clear that in recent years her mother rarely went out to visit neighbors like she used to when Changqing was a child.
As a result, her mother had become more talkative and prone to nagging. Whenever the slightest thing happened, she would grab the two sisters and lecture them endlessly.
