Liu Shuyue: [I don't think Jiang An plans to look after that old woman anymore. What a loving mother and filial son.]
Five Flower: [She probably won't last until spring, and her rent is almost due. She'll likely die out on the streets.]
Liu Shuyue sighed inwardly.
That old woman had been so sharp-tongued, mean, and proud. Now that she had come to such an end, Liu Shuyue didn't know what to say.
Perhaps all she could say was that she had brought it upon herself.
Before the fireworks were over, Liu Shuyue drifted off to sleep.
Zhou Yunshen wrapped her in a bearskin coat, settled her in the carriage, and headed slowly toward the Marquis's Residence.
Liu Yuyan was about to climb into the carriage when she spotted someone watching her from a distance.
"It's Jiang An. Don't bother with him, little sister. That bastard must be here to beg for mercy. Let's go!"
Shen Yunying tried to pull her into the carriage, but Liu Yuyan shook her head and walked over with two momos.
Seeing that she was willing to approach, Jiang An immediately reached for her with tear-filled eyes, only to be shoved away hard by the two momos beside her.
"How dare you! Who do you think you are, grabbing our young lady?"
Jiang An's lips trembled. The makeup on his face hadn't been fully washed off, and he looked pitifully at Liu Yuyan.
"Yuyan, one day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of affection. Can you really bear to see me like this?"
"I admit I've made mistakes over the years, but Mother put me up to all of it! I understand now. She's a malignant tumor. She was the one who destroyed our relationship!"
"Yuyan, if you're willing to take me back,