Old Madam Zheng was old. Her body couldn't take much strain. Who knew how many more years she had left. She didn't want to leave her hometown—she'd lived in Fu'an Town for decades and was used to it. She also didn't want to go to Yuanzhou to live with her second and third sons. Yang Mutao wanted to stay and look after her: "You and Guaizai go first. Father will come find you later."
Yang Mingyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Yang Mutao patted his shoulder: "Don't overthink it. This isn't your fault. If anything, blame me."