"Yurou, don't be angry yet. Let's talk this out, talk this out." Qian Xue'an forced himself to speak. "It's not as though I absolutely have to do this. I was only asking, only asking."
"Grandpa An."
Seeing that she had cowed the room into silence, Qian Yurou's tone softened as well.
She sat back down and sighed. "It isn't that our Wang Clan has forgotten the old ties between us. It's just that Aunt Liyao, as the Little Holy Lord, may seem to bask in boundless glory and splendor, but how many pairs of eyes are watching her in the shadows? How many people can truly understand the weight resting on her shoulders?"
"As her family, it is one thing if we cannot help her. But if we drag her down instead and create obstacles for her, that would be rather improper. Grandpa An, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Yurou truly deserves to be the direct eldest branch of our Qian Clan, and the eldest grandson's wife of the present-day Wang Clan." Qian Xue'an flattered her somewhat awkwardly. "Such vision and breadth of mind are indeed beyond comparison with a merchant like me, whose heart is set solely on making money."
After a pause, he turned to Shen Jinyu with a solemn expression. "Jinyu, remember Yurou's words. As family, we must find ways to support Miss Liyao more. The path to Divine Power is rugged and long. Without unshakable faith in victory and perseverance that never bends, I fear you will not reach its end."
"I respectfully accept the teachings of the Wang Clan's young madam." Shen Jinyu straightened his posture and replied with utmost deference.
At that moment, the instinctive sense of superiority that the siblings had gained from being born into an old established fifth-rank aristocratic family