Ye Xinyan heaved a silent sigh. By all accounts, Wong Qiao's character and talent in craftsmanship and mechanics were excellent. If circumstances had allowed, he definitely could have achieved something significant, but he had such a mother holding him back.
The situation Wong Qiao now faced, let alone in the strictly ritualistic ancient times, even in modern times,, if a child neglected their parents, many people would find it disgraceful.
Everyone has their own thoughts, and those idle gossips didn't care about your excuses – a widowed mother who toiled to feed and clothe you, and raised you by herself. Then, once you grew up, you abandoned your mother for various reasons; naturally, it would be your fault.
And Lady Zhao was just so, widowed before she was twenty and then raised Wong Qiao on her own, such a person could win a lot of respect. For someone that steadfast and proud, to change a view she was set on was immensely difficult.
