"... When my father found out it was your words that saved him and the Su Family, he was silent for a long time,"
In the dark main room, two people sat side by side on the bed.
The woman, who had put on a black dress again, explained softly.
Next to her, a man dressed as a Confucian Scholar turned to look at her.
He had just brought her to the edge of the bed and had begun to inquire about the sequence of events.
The stunningly beautiful woman then said with a fixed gaze:
"Father later asked me in detail about your matters, Ziyu. I told him most of the things that had happened these days... what I knew about Ziyu."
As she spoke her last words, she turned her head to meet Zhao Rong’s gaze unwaveringly.
The latter pursed his lips, understanding the slight grievances in Su Qingdai’s words.
These days, like little Qian’er, Zhao Rong had somewhat treated her as an outsider, avoiding Su Qingdai when discussing secretive matters or the nighttime deliberations with Gu Yiwu and others.
When on the road, if she was by their side, the group would deliberately avoid certain topics.
Although Su Qingdai had kept a neutral expression at the time, seeming indifferent, being treated this way by her true destined one must have indeed left a small resentment in her heart.
At this moment, Zhao Rong didn’t know how to continue the conversation, so he feigned confusion and nodded slightly.
Su Qingdai bit her lip, glanced at him reproachfully, but did not further pressure him to make a statement immediately and instead turned her head back.
At this time, she seemed to remember something pleasant.
The stunning woman in the black dress suddenly smiled, her tone turning lively:
"After listening, father suddenly asked me if I liked you... I lowered my head and dared not speak, thinking he would scold or oppose, but after a while, seeing no sound came, I couldn’t help but look up and found him smiling happily, very delighted."
With that, her eyes brightened like dazzling stars, and she joyfully said to the true destined one beside her:
"Especially after father heard that Ziyu is a Confucian Scholar from Linlu Academy and was one of the ’Teachers’ who came down the mountain specifically to assist the young Emperor with his investiture, he smiled even broader, nodding repeatedly and remarking, ’Good, good, this young man is commendable’...
"Uh, speaking of which, I haven’t seen father this happy in a long while. He had retired to live a peaceful life, but over these past months, he had been traveling around Nanxing County and several other counties for the young Emperor and the Court, even being detained due to Zhou Dufu’s schemes..."
Zhao Rong slightly raised his eyebrows.
He couldn’t help but glance at the stunningly beautiful woman beside him, her smile as charming as a flower.
Er, do all you outsiders really think that this Young Master came down the mountain solely to help the young Emperor of Great Li and the Imperial Family? Zhao Rong wondered to himself.
Though they assumed he was one of those respectable and morally upright gentlemen from the Academy, instinctively thinking so was not entirely wrong. At the moment, Zhao Rong and his companions were indeed somewhat biased towards the young Emperor and the Dugu family, but how it would ultimately unfold was still uncertain.
Zhao Rong then came back to his senses, only to suddenly realize that Su Qingdai, now sitting beside him, had moved even closer to him without him noticing.
She supported herself with both hands on the bed, leaning forward slightly, her face upturned.
The fragrant breeze carried between her breaths, as sweet as orchids and musk, inevitably brushed across Zhao Rong’s face, ticklishly.
"Ziyu, Father is that kind of traditional scholar, loyal to the king and the country, upholding rituals and morals, placing great importance on reputation, and he has educated us in the same manner..."
Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.
Zhao Rong subtly leaned back, trying to create some distance, yet Su Qingdai continued leaning forward, staying close to him.
The breathtakingly beautiful woman in the black dress continued speaking, her eyes affectionately fixed on the young Confucian Scholar before her:
"Father was very happy and satisfied when he found out I was following you, advising me... advising me to follow Young Master loyally, treating you as my sole husband in this life, devoting myself wholeheartedly, to be obedient, virtuous, and uphold morals... Since deciding, I must remain steadfast unto death, else I am not a daughter of the Su Family."
Su Qingdai’s tone was earnest and affectionate.
Zhao Rong: "........"
Well, it seems that the Su Family’s patriarch took a liking to him, in perfect agreement, and straightforwardly gave his daughter to him.
Speaking of which, are there really fathers-in-law this generous?
Sss, not necessarily, after all, it was he who saved the Su Family, not only that, but now in the patriotic eyes of the Su Family’s patriarch, he was seen as the lifesaver of the young Emperor of Great Li and the Dugu family, could it be a case of the right match at first sight?
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, a strange analogy about offending his father-in-law surfacing in his mind, leaving him momentarily speechless.
At this moment, Su Qingdai suddenly whispered as fine as a mosquito’s call:
"Father also said... also said, Young Master is handling big affairs, our Su Family might seem like a trivial worldly family in Young Master’s eyes, but we are also a poetic and scholarly family of traditional values. A daughter of the Su Family must have a... status.
"As for whether it’s a major or minor role, he doesn’t demand much, leaving it to Dai’er to strive for herself, for Young Master to decide, but... a status must be established, minor rites and honors can be overlooked by the Su Family. As for the arrangements, it’s all up to Young Master to decide..."
Zhao Rong’s eyelids twitched.
At this moment, the two of them, one leaning back, and one leaning forward, came even closer together.
However, Zhao Rong was somewhat distracted at the moment, looking at the pure and extreme loyalty of Su Qingdai, suddenly understanding her actions tonight, the logic making sense.
As Zhao Rong thought this, he momentarily paid no attention to anything else.