But even so...
"Alright, since you say that, have the servants send over the clothes after you've packed them, and you stay in your room to rest."
Contrary to Yan Shuirou's expectation, the Old Madam didn't lose her reason due to her affection for Ya'er; she glanced at her indifferently and continued, "Beicheng will take good care of Ya'er, so you don't have to worry."
"Old Madam, Ya'er is my own daughter. How could I possibly not worry when the child has suffered so much?" Yan Shuirou anxiously furrowed her brows, trying to provoke the Old Madam's dissatisfaction with Yan Xiaye, "You used to love Ya'er so much, surely you can't bear to see her get hurt..."
The Old Madam slowly raised her hand, interrupting her, "I'm tired, you can go out now."
This treatment left Yan Shuirou speechless, reluctantly nodding her head, "...Yes, please rest well."