"... When my father found out it was your words that saved him and the Su Family, he was silent for a long time,"
In the dark main room, two people sat side by side on the bed.
The woman, who had put on a black dress again, explained softly.
Next to her, a man dressed as a Confucian Scholar turned to look at her.
He had just brought her to the edge of the bed and had begun to inquire about the sequence of events.
The stunningly beautiful woman then said with a fixed gaze:
"Father later asked me in detail about your matters, Ziyu. I told him most of the things that had happened these days... what I knew about Ziyu."
As she spoke her last words, she turned her head to meet Zhao Rong's gaze unwaveringly.
The latter pursed his lips, understanding the slight grievances in Su Qingdai's words.
