"Hey, am I wrong? The Prince Yong's mansion is incredibly noble. What's wrong with giving Aunt a way out? There's no mansion more prestigious than the Prince Yong's mansion now. How can you be so petty and magnanimous?"

Jiang Suiji listened for a few minutes, said nothing, stood up, and left with a cold face.

Zhao Shu was playing cards with Zhou Hanyan and Bi Qiao. Bi Qiao was losing badly, her face covered in ink. "Sister Bi Qiao, you lost again. Tell me, your face is all dirty now. Do you choose truth or dare?"

Zhou Hanyan was a clever little devil who stole all the games that Zhao Shu had learned from the modern world. Her favorite game was Truth or Dare, and she especially loved playing it with the maids who were afraid to lie.

Bi Qiao, looking embarrassed and shy, said softly, "I'll draw it myself, Miss Zhou. Please forgive me. I really don't know anything."

"Really? Then who are the shoes in your room made for? Could it be for the prince? The prince doesn't wear shoes of that color. Tell me quickly, who are they made for?"

Zhao Shu had no idea that Zhou Hanyan was such a gossipy person, but she was also very gossipy now, wondering when Bi Qiao would come to talk to her about her marriage.

In her past life, she met a tragic end. In this life, she is determined to give her happiness and fulfillment, so that her loyalty to the Prince Yong's mansion will not have been in vain.

She is a good girl and deserves a better life. When Sun Yun marries into the family, she will naturally bring her confidants, and the Prince Yong's mansion will no longer need her as a head maid.

“Princess…” Unable to resist Zhou Hanyan, Bi Qiao began to beg Zhao Shu for help. Zhao Shu smiled without saying a word and even pretended not to receive her pleading look.

Bi Qiao felt bitter. Ever since the new emperor was about to ascend the throne, the princess had been idle. She followed Zhou Hanyan to tease her and always asked her about those kinds of things. How could she, a girl, bring it up?

"I feel so wronged," Bi Qiao pleaded, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Just as Zhao Shu and Zhou Hanyan were about to succeed, Chu Chun appeared at an inopportune moment, her face solemn. "Princess, the old Marquis has arrived."

The only person who could be affectionately called "Old Marquis" was Jiang Huiji, after all, he was Zhao Shu's maternal grandfather.

Zhao Shu was taken aback, her expression turning somewhat grim. "Where?"

"In the front hall, the Prince entered the palace, and the old Marquis said that seeing you would suffice," Chu Chun reported respectfully. "The old Marquis didn't look too well."

Zhao Shu nodded, stood up and walked towards the front hall. "When Father returns to the manor later, stop him a bit. I don't want him to be still stuck in the past."

"yes."

As they spoke, they arrived at the front hall. Upon seeing Jiang Huiji, Zhao Shu's first thought was that her maternal grandfather had grown old and had not had a good life in recent years.

Zhao Shu thought that he might feel that his granddaughter was going too far and pushing him too hard.

But even if people say she's unfilial, immature, ruthless, or unforgiving, it doesn't matter.

Just because someone is dead and cannot be brought back to life, does that mean we should forgive the murderer? What kind of logic is that!

"Grandfather." She bowed respectfully.

Jiang Suiji has been teaching at the academy for many years and is very simple and honest. Unlike other marquises, he doesn't like to put on airs. He sighed and said, "Sit down."

Zhao Shu sat down as instructed, then ordered tea to be served. Chu Chun served the tea and, with great tact, led her people out of the front hall to stand guard outside.

Jiang Huiji had not visited the Prince Yong's Mansion for many years. Now that he had returned, the mansion was no longer the same. "Seeing that you have grown up, I am happy," he said.

Actually, if he hadn't come, and they had maintained their initial goodwill, that would have been wonderful. Unfortunately, he still came, and Zhao Shu was somewhat disappointed.

However, she didn't blame him.

But she will never stop.

She worked so hard back then so that one day she could hold her head high and be proud of herself. Even if she made a mistake, no one would dare to say a word against her!

The damage will not be forgotten with the passage of time, and the hatred will not diminish in the slightest with the changing times.

Zhao Yi is about to ascend the throne, and the Yongwang Mansion is indeed becoming even more wealthy. Should she forgive those who have harmed the Yongwang Mansion?

“My maternal grandfather hasn’t changed at all; he’s still as kind as ever.” Zhao Shu took a sip of tea, her tone unchanged.

Jiang Suiji also took a sip of tea. He understood Zhao Shu's unspoken meaning, but since she was here, he wanted to make things clear.

"About your aunt..."

“I don’t have an aunt, has Grandfather forgotten?” Zhao Shu interrupted him.

A hint of anger flashed across Jiang Huiji's face, but Zhao Shu kept her head down and didn't look.

“She has received the punishment she deserves. Can you please stop pursuing this? If your mother were here, she wouldn’t want to see you like this,” Jiang Huiji said, earnestly trying to persuade people to do good.

Zhao Shu still didn't look at him; she was afraid that looking at him would hurt her feelings.

However, these words still struck a nerve, causing her great pain.

“Grandfather, you are joking. My mother will only blame me for not thinking of avenging her after so many years. Do you think I am ruthless? Do you think I am unforgiving? Do you think I am ruthless and want to kill her? Then have you ever thought about the reasons why I did what I did?”

Jiang Huiji remained silent for a long time. The grandfather and granddaughter were silent for a while. After finishing their tea, Jiang Huiji finally spoke again, "Grandfather didn't mean that, Ajun. Isn't it better to live a good life? Why bring up old stories? You're rubbing salt into our wounds. Wouldn't it be better to let the past fade with time?"

“Grandfather said I was bringing up old grievances and rubbing salt into your wounds? But has Grandfather ever thought about how I lost my mother at a young age, how people secretly called me the widowed eldest daughter, and how my father was depressed for so many years? Who was responsible for all of this? We had to get through the hurt back then on our own, no one helped us! Now that the Prince Yong’s Mansion has nothing to fear, does that mean Grandfather thinks I’m bullying the weak? When we were weak back then, were we just supposed to be bullied?”

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