Zong Yunqian remained silent, not uttering a word. The decisions he awoke with now seemed like clouds floating in the air, powerless and ridiculous.
"Father, let's go back first—" Zong Yunqian said, needing to think things through properly.
The Duke of Qing wanted to say more, but recalling the scene that had just unfolded, what more could he say? With so many eyes upon them, the heir of the Zong Sheng Aristocratic Family naturally couldn't be seen as ungrateful and disloyal.
"Commandery Princess—"
"Commandery Princess—" At this moment, the maids of Zheng Nianru, who had rushed over upon hearing the news and had also gone without sleep all night, were overwhelmed with joy and wept, quickly stepping in for the clumsy guards.
"Commandery Princess, let me carry you," Xing Yu immediately said, looking at her own Commandery Princess with pity. Her clothes were dirty, her hair disheveled, and Nanny Yun had already draped her own outer garment over Zheng Nianru, her eyes red-rimmed.
