Amid the bursts of angry cursing, Yuanen Yehui's soft, helpless attempts at persuasion were interspersed throughout. She patiently soothed her agitated father again and again, her tone full of exasperated amusement.
She had long since understood Situ Xuan's feelings, and she had openly accepted Vasha's existence. With both of them staying by Situ Xuan's side, she had never once felt wronged. But that state of mind was something her father, bound for so long by traditional views, simply could not understand.
Situ Xuan stood quietly outside the guest room door, taking in every word spoken inside. After listening, he merely shook his head with helpless amusement.
He did not push the door open and go in to argue, nor did he plan to immediately communicate with Yuanen Tiandang to resolve the conflict.
Some ideas were deeply rooted. They could not be reversed in such a short time, and saying more would be pointless.
He turned and walked down the spacious corridor toward his exclusive master bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom, the light was soft, and warm yellow lamplight filled the entire room.
Vasha lay lazily on her side atop the large bed. Her loose, snow-white nightgown made her skin look even paler and more translucent, and her long orange-red hair, reaching to her calves, was scattered casually across the bed, outlining her smooth, gentle curves. She held an ancient book recording starry-sky runes in her hands, quietly lowering her head as she read through it, her expression peaceful and relaxed.
Hearing the door open and close, Vasha raised her eyes to look at Situ Xuan as he walked into the room. A gentle softness flashed through her gaze, and she casually closed the ancient book in her hands.
Situ Xuan walked straight to the bedside and sat down, leaning back