Jiang Xunzhong and Fang Qin at his side also showed an astonished expression, they exchanged an incredulous look, as if asking: What is this performance all about?
"Mother…"
Xie Xinghua mumbled, about to speak and find a suitable excuse, but before she could form her words, she was interrupted by Lady Zhao's rapid-fire speech.
"Ah, my child, mother admits, I was wrong before. I was too harsh on you all, causing you to suffer too much. But at the end of the day, our family hasn't truly been divided, has it? I was blind before, always thinking Changping and Ziling were a burden, and I was too strict with you. Now I understand, it's me, this old woman who was wrong. Can you forgive me, this confused person?"
Lady Zhao's words carried a plea, a measure of self-blame, which inevitably stirred emotions in the listener.
Xie Xinghua was dumbstruck on the spot, her face full of confusion.
But Fang Qin, with her usual acuteness, detected the subtlety in the situation.