Grandmother Just Wants to Take It Easy, but the Whole Family Hears My Thoughts

I transmigrated into the body of the sixty-five-year-old matriarch of a marquis’s household, with an imperial title to my name.

Looking at the crowd of “dear grandsons” lining up to pay their respects, I kept a stern face while screaming inside: [You come to pay your respects every single day! Wouldn’t you be better off using that time to sleep? Even people working 996 aren’t as overworked as you!]

Suddenly, my future top-scorer eldest legitimate grandson stumbled and looked up at me in terror.

I furrowed my brow: [What are you looking at? You’re the one who’ll become the laughingstock of the capital when your “true love,” your concubine, cuckolds you!]

The next day, he came to me in tears, begging me to break off his engagement.