Such matters, just like how Old Master Lian only alluded to them in his letters, Lian Manman also wouldn't lay everything out in front of Er Ya's grandmother—she could only say that all was well.
"Your Brother Erlang's wife, counting the months, isn't she due to give birth?" Er Ya's grandmother asked Lian Manman again. A woman's gossiping nature never weakens with age—it only grows stronger. "Seeing her with that big belly on the road, we were all worried about her."
"My mother made some calculations the other day and said she still has two more months to go," Lian Manman said, "From what my father hinted at in his letter, she should be doing quite well."
Old Master Lian did not mention Zhao Xiue in his letter, so no news was taken as good news. It seemed that Zhao Xiue must be all well and good.
"That's good, Brother Erlang's wife seems to be quite sturdy," Er Ya's grandmother said.
