"Otherwise, why would you still be just a Scholar to this day, not even equal to your third brother who grew up in our hometown?"
Yan Zhigao laughed in exasperation, unable to believe what he was hearing as he looked at Yan Yile, "Yile, do you really think this way? Do you think that all of what happened today is our fault?"
Zhu Qiyun discerned the deep disappointment in Yan Zhigao's eyes and hurriedly spoke to remedy the situation, "Uncle, don't be angry. Yile is just like this—reckless when anxious. Her words are not from the heart."
Madam Li scoffed, tired and numb from always hearing the second branch of the family make excuses for Yan Yile. She had already grown lazy in correcting them.
Yan Wenjie also quickly spoke, "Uncle, my aunt, please don't take Yile's words to heart. It's all my fault. I failed to look after my younger sister properly."
