Cui Hui's heart pounded wildly when she heard that.
Perhaps because she had a guilty conscience, Cui Hui was terrified of revealing even the slightest clue. Any disturbance could set off the most sensitive nerves in her mind. If her younger son had said someone else had "ridden auspicious clouds through five passes and defeated six generals," she could have laughed it off as the childish nonsense of her blunt son. But he had been talking about Lord Shen. That was something she could not ignore—Lord Shen really could ride seven-colored clouds through five passes and defeat six generals!
Cui Hui hurriedly pulled her son aside and interrogated him.
[You said you saw it?]
Her son grinned. [I saw it with my own eyes.]
Cui Hui opened and closed her mouth. She vaguely felt that her younger son's smile resembled his father's, and belatedly remembered something from many years ago—she had worried herself sick over her late-maturing younger son. That Cui fellow had remained unmoved. Only after seeing her fret herself to the point of desperation had he said, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." As a minor branch, he did not need to stand out or work hard. Wasn't eating and drinking his fill while waiting for death a kind of happiness?
[So what if he's from a minor branch? Is he not the son I carried for ten months and gave birth to after one day of labor? Is he not your flesh and blood? Everyone says, "If parents love their children, they make far-reaching plans for them." What kind of father are you? This child was born weaker than others. Managing a separate household in the future will only be more difficult. How is he supposed to stand on his own in this world?]
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