Jin Qianqian knew that children who didn't complain always suffered grievances. Sometimes, she had to put on a show when necessary.
"Mother, you know about those aristocratic families. This time, my husband finally made some political achievements, but he has to vacate his position and yield it to others.
"Right now, we don't even know where we'll be sent next. We truly have neither the time nor the energy to deal with these trivial family matters."
The more Li Cuicui listened, the guiltier she felt. "It's me being old and muddled. I almost fell for their trick.
"I just didn't expect such a young child to be so calculating.
"When you get old, your heart inevitably softens. After being cried and begged to a few times, I did something foolish. Old Seventh's wife, you mustn't hold this against me."
"Mother, what are you saying?" Jin Qianqian said.
"My hands are truly tied, otherwise I would have agreed.
