"Why are you calling her 'auntie'? You should be calling her 'sister', as in Sister Dongyang."
Commandery Princess Dongyang was quite dissatisfied with the title 'auntie'; she always felt it made her sound old.
"Are you sure you want to be called 'sister'?"
Yang Chuxia looked at her curiously, and without waiting for a response, she said, "If my son calls you 'sister', then you would be of the same generation as him, and that means you would have to call me 'auntie'. I don't mind being promoted to an elder."
Commandery Princess Dongyang was conflicted and, finally, waved her hand weakly, "Fine, fine, 'auntie' it is."
"Yangyang, little baby, do you want auntie to give you a hug?"
Dongyang smiled and reached out her hands toward Yangyang, but to her surprise, Yangyang placed his hands behind his back.
And with a cheerful shake of the head, he refused.