Changli seemed completely unfazed by his subtext, picking up her chopsticks and starting to eat. "Half a month ago, I made a trip to Banai; the Old Mansion couldn't possibly be unaware of it. Over the past few days, Chang'an and Changle have both been following Wu Xie. If the Old Mansion is going to make a move, this is the best possible opportunity. The jade pendant Anle wears was even a gift from you. They are facing a crisis right now, so as their uncle, you really ought to go all out."
Wu Erbai listened to Changli's words, thinking to himself that this family tree was hopelessly tangled. But he didn't dare to speak up right now—what if he ruined Changli's plans and she wouldn't let him into the bedroom tonight? So he simply played the part of a quiet background ornament and a serving man, silently picking the bones out of the fish for Changli while listening to the two of them converse.
Zhang Rishan paused mid-motion with his chopsticks and looked at Changli, practically wanting to roll his eyes. "Right, of course—who could blame Anle for having such a good mother? That piece of jade in my hands was of the absolute finest quality, and it was the only one of its kind left to me by Buddha back in the day." Zhang Rishan ground his teeth as he spoke. They hadn't seen each other in ages, and the moment she reappeared, she showed up at his doorstep trailing two brats, and on her way out she even made off with the best piece of warm jade on his shelf. And now she actually had …
Chapter 337