Su Caiyi's sudden declaration did not surprise Tang Yu in the slightest.
Isn't that how you lived off a rich woman?
But as a kept-man expert with a certain level of skill and experience, Tang Yu knew that once a rich woman took a liking to you, she was bound to like some particular quality of yours. For example, if you were naturally proud and aloof, then she liked that pride of yours.
If you looked simple and foolish, then she liked your simple foolishness.
But once the two of you got together, if you immediately turned into a bootlicker, the pride or foolishness she had liked would all disappear.
The rich woman would soon find you tasteless and discard you like a chicken rib.
So he chose to maintain his previous cool and aloof demeanor. He merely nodded and gave an "Mm," without saying anything else.
At that moment, an Embroidered Uniform Guard hurried over and said, "Lady Su, Zhang Qingyu, Vice Minister of Rites, requests an audience."
"He came already?"
There was a trace of anger in Su Caiyi's eyes. The other party was certainly well-informed—even the Embroidered Uniform Guard's internal affairs had reached him. Someone must have been leaking information.
But when she considered the Zhang Family's standing in Kyoto, she sighed helplessly.
For those great families with their hands in everything, it truly was difficult to keep any secrets from them.
"Just meet him. A son's failure to learn is his father's fault. In my view, since he raised such a son, he as the father cannot escape blame."
Tang Yu said calmly.
"You're right. Then let's go meet him."
Su Caiyi had still been hesitating over whether to refuse the meeting, but seeing that Tang Yu did not take that third-rank Vice Minister seriously at