Su Changyi remained expressionless.
However, seeing An Jing sigh, Jing Xing Qing Yun Qilin Zhi hurriedly said, "Father, Mother, don't listen to Mu Cheng Bro. If you want to retire here, just stay here. As long as you are happy, we, as your sons, will not only be happy but also relieved."
"Mother knows your filial piety." An Jing, gratified, looked at her seven sons one by one. Then she turned to Su Muchen and smiled, "Muchen, let me and your uncle think it over. Since you're here, I assume you've arranged for someone to handle the national matters."
"Yes, Imperial Aunt." After a pause, "Imperial Aunt, the truth is, Muchen genuinely wants to show filial piety to you."
"Both your uncle and I understand." An Jing nodded kindly. When they first met Su Muchen, he was only nine years old. Now Su Muchen is forty-six; they have known each other for almost forty years. They are well aware of how Su Muchen treats them.
