She would not beg anymore. She did not want to beg anymore. Born into such a family, she understood all too well that once things had been said to this point, even kneeling before this nephew of hers would be useless. That pile of gifts had been sent for nothing.
Tian Yu, the chief steward standing beside her with his head lowered, remained perfectly quiet, as though he had heard nothing.
Watching Shang Youlan's departing back, Shang Jianxiong said slowly, "Aunt, I'll say the same thing: at a time like this, whoever holds military power holds the right to speak. Perhaps you could try going to Shang Chaozong!"
Naturally, he did not want Shang Chaozong to grow too powerful, but given the current situation, there was nothing he could do. By saying this, he hoped Shang Youlan might give it a try and see whether she could persuade Shang Chaozong, though he knew the outcome was unlikely to change.
Because there were some matters even Shang Chaozong could not decide. In the end, this world was still controlled by cultivators.
Shang Youlan paused slightly, clearly having heard him. Then she left in tears.
Leaving this place, leaving this palace, leaving the place that had given her life and raised her—the place both familiar and strange, which had held so much of her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—she never wanted to return again. For she now understood with crystal clarity that from the day she married out, this had ceased to be her home...
At the Yan-Zhao battlefield, one man and three women arrived late and were stopped outside the Yan military camp.
They were none other than Zhao Dengxuan, Dong Jinhuan, An Mia'er, and Lin Feiyan. They had originally been heading straight for Thatched Cottage Manor, but after hearing en