"I've always felt that we, the Qin Family, have this one precious child. We longed for her arrival, hoping against hope, and she was a gift from the heavens. And she's so beautiful, so sensible, that just looking at her every day makes me happy. But I'd rather she were spoiled and willful, poking holes in the sky if she wanted, because she'd still have me, and all you elders to back her up! Yet you can't see how hard that child works; she's busier than I am every day, never complains about being tired or bitter, and doesn't even throw tantrums. It breaks my heart, every time I see it, it's like my heart is being wrung out. Don't you think we haven't done enough, that she can't feel secure enough to rely on us? Otherwise, why can't our family be like it should be? She should be a real princess!" The old master was not an emotional man, and he had never spoken so candidly in his life.