"Aunt!"
That one cry of "Aunt" made Tang Yuehua unable to suppress her emotions any longer. Tears streamed from her eyes.
She hurried down the stairs and pulled Tang San tightly into her arms.
"Good child... good child..."
"You... look so much like your father..."
"You've suffered all these years..."
Holding Tang San, she wept so hard she could barely speak.
Before outsiders, the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion had always maintained an air of elegance and composure. Yet at this moment, she completely cast aside every disguise and, like an ordinary woman, freely vented the longing and worry for her family that she had kept buried for years.
Han Yuchen stood quietly to one side, not disturbing the touching scene of aunt and nephew recognizing each other.
He knew Tang San had to pass this hurdle.
Only by gaining Tang Yuehua's approval could their upcoming trip to the Clear Sky Sect be... justified.
Moonlight Pavilion, quiet chamber.
Sandalwood incense curled through the air, accompanied by the melodious sound of a zither.
Tang Yuehua had already calmed down.
She held Tang San's hand and carefully studied the nephew from whom she had been separated for so many years, her eyes full of affection and heartache.
"Good child, all these years... how has your father been?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a faint, barely noticeable tremor.
At the mention of his father, Tang San's gaze dimmed somewhat.
He told Tang Yuehua everything about Tang Hao's circumstances over the years.
When she heard that Tang Hao spent his days drinking himself into a stupor, little different from a cripple, Tang Yuehua's eyes reddened once more.
"Second Brother... he's being foolish!"
She said with anguish, "Does he think this can make up for what he owes the sect? He's tormenting himself, and he's