Seeing Daji weeping like a pear blossom in the rain, Su Hu felt even more guilty. He quickly softened his tone and consoled her gently. "All right, all right. Your father was overly suspicious and wrongly blamed you. I apologize to you. Don't be sad anymore."
Hearing this, Daji pretended that her anger had yet to subside. She gave a soft, coquettish snort, her brows and eyes full of resentment as she deliberately put on the appearance of having suffered an immense injustice.
Yet she understood that one should stop while ahead and did not wish to press too hard, lest unforeseen complications arise. She gently shook her head, her voice soft and aggrieved. "Your daughter does not blame Father. I was merely upset for a moment."
Her reasonable demeanor made Su Hu's guilt grow even heavier, and he became fully convinced that he had truly wronged his beloved daughter.
To make amends and ease the estrangement between father and daughter, Su Hu immediately ordered a banquet prepared at the residence to welcome Daji home and wash away the dust of her journey.
At the banquet, host and guests alike were delighted. Everyone chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Not a single person noticed the hidden murderous intent lurking in the shadows. While everyone was toasting one another and had let down their guard, a cold glint flashed through Daji's eyes. Her fingertips moved ever so slightly, and an invisible thread of poison silently fell into Madam Su's wine cup. It was colorless, tasteless, and impossible to detect.
The banquet came to a peaceful end, and after eating and drinking their fill, everyone rose to take their leave.
But at that moment, Madam Su, who had been standing calmly, suddenly let out a muffled groan. Her body trembled