Capital City, the Su Clan.
It was late at night when news of Zhao Ming's return to Capital City reached the Su Clan.
Su Qishan sat in his study, holding a letter delivered by the Zhao Clan. It contained only a few words: the marriage alliance would stand, but the Su Clan would have to resolve its own problems.
He placed the letter on the desk and tapped it lightly twice. Zhao Wuji had phrased it politely, but his meaning was clear.
The Zhao Clan would no longer actively push the marriage forward, nor would it cancel it. When the time came, it would hold the wedding as scheduled and come to fetch the bride.
And the Su Clan's problem was, of course, Su Qianxue.
Su Qishan leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. Of course he knew why Zhao Wuji had suddenly washed his hands of the matter.
It was not because the Zhao Clan no longer cared about the benefits of the marriage alliance, but because of Lin Jin.
That young man who was Fourth on the Heavenly Rankings, stood at the Transcendent Stage Realm Peak, was twenty-three years old, and possessed a top-tier bloodline inheritance.
Zhao Ming had made a trip to Jiangcheng, and his attitude had taken a complete reversal after he returned. Zhao Wuji was no fool. There was no need to offend someone who might one day reach for the Divine Domain realm over a daughter-in-law chosen for the benefits she would bring.
But Zhao Wuji did not want to take responsibility by breaking off the engagement himself, either. So he had tossed the ball back to the Su Clan, leaving it to decide. In the end, the Su Clan alone would have to bear responsibility for anything that went