"Especially military power. That old fox guards it more tightly than anything else, watching me as if I were a thief!"
"Before Xue Beng died, he still let me manage some military affairs. Now he won't even let me touch the edges of them!"
Feeling the frustration of the person in his arms, Su Yu gentled his touch even more and said warmly:
"Don't rush. He's lived most of his life, so of course he has that much wariness."
"Military power is the foundation of a nation. How could he hand it over just because someone asked? You're his only son now. We can slowly wear him down. We'll find an opportunity eventually."
After Qian Renxue was persuaded by Su Yu, her emotions settled somewhat. She rubbed her head against his abdomen and replied muffledly:
"There's nothing else we can do. Other than waiting him out, we have no choice."
As soon as she finished speaking, the tip of her nose twitched. She suddenly caught an unfamiliar fragrance on Su Yu.
It was neither Ning Rongrong's sweet, refreshing scent nor the incense Zhu Qing or Dugu Yan usually wore. It carried a hint of coldness and lingering allure, and was completely unfamiliar.
Qian Renxue immediately knitted her brows. She reached out and accurately pinched the soft flesh at Su Yu's waist, giving it a light twist as obvious displeasure colored her voice:
"Speak. You little rascal, did you go and provoke another woman outside again?"
Su Yu hissed softly from the pinch. Knowing he couldn't hide it from her, he could only smile bitterly.
"It wasn't provoking her... She's a helper I summoned last night. Her name is Su Daji, and she only arrived recently."
Qian Renxue raised her brows, though the strength in her hand eased. Her eyes held