But this touch—it's only for her. My Empress Mother is so earnestly hoping for a grandson; should I still be taking precautions? If the old lady finds out, she'll definitely have me beaten black and blue.
But he couldn't stand her pitiful, anxious gaze. Harvard, Harvard—those two words had been driving her to distraction lately. She was like a gambler, ready to go all in. After careful consideration, this was the quickest, most efficient, and most effective way to raise her "value." If she didn't seize this opportunity, she would be a genuine fool.
"Fool, haven't I told you? I guarantee you'll pass the exam."
She was suspicious. "How can you guarantee that? You're not the one writing the exam questions. I don't believe you."
"If worst comes to worst, and you don't get in this year, you can try again next year..."
