Mr. Tang kept changing the subject, and Old Mrs. Tang finally let her son off the hook, no longer needling him and making him feel remorseful and miserable.
It was just as she said: she had seen through it all and come to terms with it. Now that she was at the end of her life, what was there left to hold onto? As long as her son's life was happy and he felt comfortable, then she should just let it be. Of course, she couldn't control him even if she wanted to. So what if you were his mother? You couldn't change his mind when you were alive, so what could you do after you were dead?
Her life could only be defined by one word: failure. A complete and utter failure.
She would have no face to meet their ancestors. In the future, the Tang family would be handed over to that Wu Xiaowen, and she couldn't rest easy about that, not one bit.
