There is a world of martial arts in the imperial court, and there is a world of martial arts in the inner quarters; the only difference is the way it is expressed.

“I was furious at the time, so I brought your mother back and told her that if she caused any more trouble, I would marry her off immediately. That calmed things down for a while, and I thought you had become more docile. But it turned out that she secretly partnered with the young master who had come to follow her and become a knight-errant. When it came time to arrange the marriage, she became powerful because she had money. Many eligible young masters in the capital were so scared that they dared not go out because she paid people to help them.”

"Hahaha." Zhao Shu couldn't help but laugh, forgetting that a lady should not laugh without showing her teeth, nor should she laugh loudly. Having lived in the modern world for twenty years, her ladylike sentiments were no longer so strong.

“You.” Jiang Suiji snapped out of her reverie and looked at her granddaughter, who didn’t look much like her daughter, but whose smile was exactly like her daughter’s, her eyes overflowing with doting affection. “Don’t be like your mother, too real.”

After he finished speaking, the disappointment on his face was particularly striking, making Zhao Shu feel that her grandfather, the old man who had lost his daughter, was lonely, and that the years had left indelible marks on him.

Some memories can help people persevere for a long time, but some memories, while heartwarming at first, often turn into a deep sense of sorrow in the end.

Jiang Ying's life was like a colorful flag, vibrant and full of energy. In the end, and even long afterward, her memories of this daughter were much deeper than those of Jiang Yue, who is still alive today.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry."

“Nonsense, your maternal grandfather isn’t made of water.” Jiang Suiji took a sip of tea.

Zhao Shu hurriedly stopped her, saying, "It might be cold. I'll have someone cook it again."

Jiang Huiji nodded; he still had a lot to say about his unruly second daughter.

Zhao Shu opened the study door, and Bi Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Princess, when are we leaving?"

"How is things on Father's side?"