Night fell.
The male guests had come for Ye Buhui, but propriety kept men and women apart. After offering their congratulations and hastily eating at the banquet, they took their leave.
After seeing them off, Su Ziji accompanied Ye Buhui back. Just before they reached the hall, he saw her wipe tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Su Ziji hurriedly asked.
Though tears rolled down Ye Buhui's cheeks, the corners of her mouth curved upward. She gently wiped them away and smiled at Su Ziji.
"At last, I've fulfilled my father's wish." Her voice carried a sense of a great weight finally lifted.
Ever since her father's passing, Ye Buhui had kept the goal of becoming the Chess Sage buried deep in her heart, taking it out to examine time and again to spur herself onward.
Though she truly loved playing chess, winning the title of Chess Sage had always been a weighty promise pressing on her heart, never letting her forget.
Now she had finally defeated the Chess Sage who had held the title for two consecutive terms and become the new Chess Sage. Winning that title alone fulfilled her promise to her father.
To put it bluntly, even if she died now, she could face her father without shame.
Of course, that only meant she now felt light in body and mind, not that she had no other attachments.
She gazed deeply at her husband, who stood before her watching her with concern, and warmth filled Ye Buhui's heart. Though she had lost the father on whom she had depended for survival, she at least still had one loved one who had always stayed beside her and supported her every step of the way.
Without him, she probably could not have fulfilled her