Yang Zhi repeated his question twice, and seeing that Madam Yang remained seated, her head bowed without responding, his face involuntarily darkened further, "I am asking you a question here, will you speak up or not? Let me tell you, if you don't tell me the truth now, don't come to me for anything in the future!"
Madam Yang lifted her head to look at her older brother, her voice filled with grievance, "He actually wants me to go live in a temple, and to send Chenchen to the Dongshan Camp, but what makes me the angriest is that he wants to give everything from Marquis Zhongyuan's Mansion to Lingxiao's son. How is that any different from giving it straight to Lingxiao? Lingxiao is already Marquis Jingyuan, and yet he still wants to give Marquis Zhongyuan's Mansion to him, can you believe it? Is he out of his mind?"
"You should have told him the truth back then," Yang Zhi reproached, "Even if he likes Lingxiao more, he wouldn't fail to make plans for his own flesh and blood son."