Grandfather Sangui was fifty-nine years old this year and was still relatively robust, though he did appear significantly older. Compared to Old Duke Liang, who was eight years his senior, he looked much older, resembling someone's elder brother. Next to Prince Consort Pan, who was the same age, the difference was even more striking, as if he was someone's uncle.
Qian Sangui looked affectionately at his children and chuckled, "Grandpa missed you all so much, I couldn't wait to see Yixiu and my great-grandchildren."
Influenced by Pan Yue in the past, the Qian family expressed their affection quite straightforwardly. Old Duke Liang, having dealt with them for many years, was still somewhat unaccustomed to this. Seeing Qian Sangui's demeanor, he quickly picked up his teacup and took a couple of sips to clear his throat.
Qian Yijing asked, "Sister, weren't you saying that the three princesses were coming to the countryside to play? Why didn't they come with you?"