The Yang Family ultimately agreed.
Madam Yang cried bitterly in her room, "Are you trying to kill me? Chenchen is almost of age to discuss marriage, yet you want me to live in the countryside. How will others see him? And what about the condition of that farmhouse? By sending me there to live, aren't you effectively putting me under house arrest?"
"Would you rather go to the family temple? Or to Lady Ling's old house? Chanting sutras and praying for the Ling Family's ancestors?" Yang Zhi had run out of patience with Madam Yang's torment these past few days and said angrily, "The blisters on your feet are of your own making. Now you can only swallow this bitter fruit, and you have no one else to blame!"
"What about Ling Chen? His father doesn't care for him anyway. How can he stay in Marquis Zhongyuan's Mansion?" Madam Yang argued, "Why not let him come and live with the Yang Family instead?"