"Let me hold you. My little sister is so beautiful today, like a fairy under the Bodhisattva's throne."
Mrs. Zhao followed up, "That's right, with red lips and white teeth, big eyes with black pupils, and white pupils, like a pink dumpling. I only regret that I couldn't give birth to such a beautiful daughter."
"This is our daughter, and we love her equally."
"Yes, let me hold you. Sister-in-law is old, don't get tired."
The third sister-in-law snatched it away and smiled from ear to ear. She just liked the little sister's soft little body.
The fourth sister-in-law was a little envious. She was pregnant and couldn't hold the baby. She looked at her belly and just hoped to give birth to a soft and cute daughter.
Zhao Letong grinned and could feel the genuine love from her sisters-in-law. They didn't show any disdain for her because she was stupid and couldn't speak.
Because of Zhao Letong's arrival, the people who were standing in the yard in an orderly manner suddenly became lively. The eldest nephew Zhao Youping also rushed to grab it: "Let me hug my aunt, aunt, come with me, I promise to take good care of her."
Zhao Youan said, "I'll help carry it and hold it high up for my aunt. She'll definitely be happy."
Zhao Letong rolled his eyes and said, "I don't like it."
"Oh, my aunt is rolling her eyes. How cute."
Zhao Letong: “…”
A bunch of silly nephews, I don’t want to watch it anymore.
Zhao Biao came over, took Zhao Letong, held her in his arms, and shouted in a loud voice: "I will hold my daughter myself. Anyone who wants a daughter can give birth to one themselves. Don't bother with my daughter.
Are you all ready? Let's set off early and don't waste time."
The four sons and daughters-in-law all pouted, saying that it was because they couldn’t give birth to a child. Their father always used this to bully others, and look how proud he was!
The family was in a joyful atmosphere, but when they saw Zou Jinglan waiting outside the door, their smiles all disappeared. They put on polite and distant smiles, said goodbye, and got on the carriage. The bustling gate was suddenly deserted.
Zou Jinglan sneered. She only came for Zhao Biao. Now that she was the hostess of the general's mansion, who among these people would dare to treat her badly?
The word "filial piety" weighs heavily on them. With so many filial children and grandchildren, Zou Jinglan's eyes light up when she thinks of them respectfully serving her.
Zhao Biao held Zhao Letong in his arms and got on the horse without waiting for her to say hello. "I'll go first. You guys hurry up."
The cloak covered Zhao Letong to protect her from being blown by the wind. She kicked the horse's belly and rushed out. The horse's tail almost hit Zou Jinglan's face, scaring her so much that she stepped back and fell on her butt.
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