As she hurried toward that direction, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Sang Qian was startled and quickly sheathed her sword: "Father!"
The old man before them was none other than Sang Hong, who held a still-steaming teacup in his hand: "Where are you going?"
"It's nothing, I was just feeling a bit uneasy and came out for a walk to see if any thieves had broken in." Sang Qian hesitated for a moment, not revealing the truth. Her brother had an accident, and her father was already grieving the loss of his son in his old age. If he knew what had happened to her sister-in-law, he would probably be even more heartbroken and angry.
During this time, she felt that her father seemed to have aged a lot, completely unlike his vigorous self of previous years, and that he also seemed to have some health problems. So, after weighing the pros and cons, she chose to keep it a secret.
Sang Hong smiled, his somewhat cloudy eyes revealing a calm acceptance of everything: "I heard some noise outside, so I came out to see. Did you just bring people back?"
Sang Qian knew that her father was an eighth-rank master, and the commotion she had caused when she came in and settled the maid would not have escaped his notice. So she recounted her visit to the Qi Prince's mansion in detail.
Sang Hong nodded: "Zu An is indeed a talented young man. Moreover, the fact that he can freely enter and leave the heavily guarded Qi Prince's Mansion shows his cultivation level. His growth is really too rapid."
A year ago, the other party was like an ant in his eyes, but he never expected that he would grow to such a level now, and even have a higher cultivation level than him.
Hearing the admiration in her father's voice, Sang Qian's expression was complicated. She thought to herself, "If you knew the relationship between him and my sister-in-law, I wonder if you would still admire him so much."
Then Sang Hong spoke again, asking about all sorts of details of the trip to the Prince Qi's residence. He kept pressing for details, as if he didn't want to miss the slightest clue.
As Sang Qian answered, she was anxious. If this continued, she might not be able to catch that bastard in the act.
Having finally finished discussing the matter of the Prince Qi's residence, she was trying to figure out how to send her father back to his room to rest, as she didn't want things to escalate beyond control.
Sang Hong showed no sign of moving: "Qian'er, it's been a long time since we, father and daughter, had a heart-to-heart talk, hasn't it?"
Sang Qian: "???"
She was a little confused as to why her father wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with her in the middle of the night.
Unfortunately, seeing that the other party was getting more and more interested, she couldn't very well refuse her father's enthusiasm.
He could only respond while occasionally glancing in the direction of Zheng Dan's room.
Sang Hong seemed to notice this as well, and couldn't help but turn around to look: "Qian'er, you seem to be looking at your sister-in-law's side, is there something you need?"
Sang Qian's expression was somewhat unnatural: "It's nothing, I just feel that my sister-in-law is a bit pitiful after my brother passed away. They weren't really husband and wife, so why don't we find an opportunity to let her go back to the Zheng family?"
This was indeed her honest opinion. As a woman, she sympathized with Zheng Dan's plight. On the day of the wedding ceremony, something happened to the Sang family, and her brother died not long after. She didn't even get a proper wedding and ended up as a widow.
But as the groom's sister, she also felt that it was really inappropriate for her sister-in-law to be secretly seeing other men while holding the title of Madam Sang. If it were any other man, she would have already made a scene, but the other party was Zu'an, who had been kind to the father and daughter, so she was caught in a dilemma.
So as long as Zheng Dan leaves the Sang family and regains her freedom, she won't have to be so conflicted.
She had assumed her father would agree immediately, but to her surprise, Sang Hong shook his head: "No!"
Sang Qian was taken aback, not expecting her father to refuse so decisively: "Why?"
Sang Hong said, "Your brother is dead, and our Sang family line has ended. She is your brother's widow, so the only chance lies with her."
Sang Qian looked completely bewildered: "But they didn't consummate their marriage, and it's impossible for them to have a posthumous child or anything like that."
Sang Hong said calmly, "But outsiders don't know."
Sang Qian: "???"
"Alright, stop thinking about it and go back to rest early." Sang Hong stood up and patted her shoulder. "By the way, I recently had a sudden inspiration and wrote a piece of calligraphy, which I can give to you."
He then pulled a roll of still-wet paper from his sleeve and handed it to her before slowly leaving.
Sang Qian unfolded the paper and saw the words "It's rare to be muddleheaded" written on it.
She was taken aback at first, then seemed to be deep in thought.
She was always a smart person, and she had already been suspicious when her father suddenly ran out today as if he was deliberately delaying something. But now, seeing this calligraphy and hearing what he had just said, she suddenly understood.
It turns out that my father actually knew all of this too.
Even if it's to repay a debt of gratitude, there's no need to use one's sister-in-law to pay off a debt, is there? The Sang family's actions are far too humble.
Besides, even if my sister-in-law is really pregnant and claims to be my brother's posthumous child, we all know that the child has no blood relation to the Sang family. So what's the point?
Sang Qian's face flushed red and then turned pale. She glanced in the direction of Zheng Dan's room, took several steps forward, but ultimately stopped herself.
She sighed softly and finally returned to her room dejectedly.
Sang Hong, who had been secretly observing from afar, remained expressionless. His daughter was indeed very clever, but unfortunately, she was still young and lacked experience, and did not understand his true thoughts.
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The next morning, Zu An tiptoed away from the Sang family, reminiscing about the enchanting moment of their bath the previous day. Zheng Dan was truly a captivating little devil.
However, it's really unpleasant to be kicked out of my sweet bed before dawn. Hmm, it will be much better once Dandan is free again.
Enjoying the good days to come, he did not go to the palace, but went directly to the Prince Qi's residence.
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