Lu Wujiu put down his pen, reviewed what he had written, put it in an envelope, and had his men deliver it to the State of Qi.
Su Jiaoniang stood under the eaves, inhaling the fresh scent in the air.
My mood gradually improved.
That's life; time will tell.
Some answers you have to find yourself.
Some answers are just there; when the time comes, they will appear.
Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang: "You must be tired from the journey, go and rest."
His eyes were filled with concern.
Su Jiaoniang nodded and walked towards her room.
Feng Wuwei finally had time to meet with Lu Wujiu alone. He stared at Lu Wujiu and said, "Your Highness!"
"How is it!" Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on Feng Wuwei. The light in his burning eyes dimmed, and he stared at Feng Wuwei with a sense of pressure.
Feng Wuwei bowed with his hands clasped.
He came here and fell in love with it.
Coming here, I discovered that there are many other directions for development in life.
He said a few words to Lu Wujiu and went back to his room.
The next morning, Su Jiaoniang went for a run outside.
Back in the courtyard, I saw Mrs. Deng, heavily pregnant, crying.
Old Scholar Su's face was flushed with anger, his face turning red despite his advanced age.
Futu and Xiaoya stood behind Lu Wujiu, peeking out to look at the weeping Deng Shi.
Su Jiaoniang walked in, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Lu Wujiu immediately shook his head, saying it had nothing to do with him and that such a thing would never happen to him.
Su Jiaoniang looked at Old Su Xiucai, who turned his back. He didn't say what had happened, but said directly, "I'll go stay with your brother. Without an adult to keep him in check, he's become unruly."
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