Consort Zhang listened to her son's words and recalled that distant event.
It was indeed amusing at the time, but if it happened to her own son, there would be no joy in it for her.
"It's just a distant relative, is it worth all this?" Consort Zhang was still somewhat unwilling.
"Seventh Prince," he said, "Does Mother want to gamble my safety and future? Not to mention the benefits if we win, those benefits are just wishful thinking. What if we lose? Is it worth it? Right now, we have no grudges; let's not create any grievances, turning the Pei Mansion into our enemy would be a great loss."
Seventh Prince was not like the loser that was the Eighth Prince, who easily caused trouble through impulsiveness.
Consort Zhang was quickly persuaded. Whenever she saw the Grand Princess, anger consumed her; she was overly eager to suppress the opposition, and in thinking of things she became impulsive. No matter when, gambling her son's future was certainly not worth it.
