Yaduo couldn't fail to discern the deeper meaning in Yelu Yan's words, could she?
Ever since moments ago, Yelu Yan had been restless as if there were nails on his chair, his anxious demeanor lively and vivid.
He had always seemed mature and composed beyond his years since he was young, not at all like a child should, making Yaduo feel both heartache and worry for him, but now, at last, he was showing some liveliness.
Yaduo was just a mischievous old child at heart, and seeing her grandson's anxious behavior, she couldn't resist the urge to tease him a bit.
"Grandmother is not tired, Ayan, and you're burdened with busy official duties, it's very exhausting. You better rest early. Xianxian and I have a lot to talk about. She has to take my pulse and do acupuncture for me, and I haven't even looked at the gifts she brought. There are still so many things to do, we won't finish anytime soon. You go and rest first. Xianxian will stay with me tonight," Yaduo suggested cheerily.