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Lady Zhao could not bother to negotiate further with Jiang Xunzhong, standing up in a hurry and rushing to the child's bedside in three steps, made as two.
Watching Lady Zhao's flustered departure, Jiang Xunzhong felt utterly helpless and sighed deeply.
Fate seemed always to be too harsh on him, filled with twists and bitterness.
The noise outside gradually subsided, with the crowd dispersing to their homes.
Jiang Ziling set about tidying up the disordered room, while Su Yu slowly walked into the courtyard with a basket full of fresh mushrooms.
At a glance, Su Yu knew there must have been a change at home upon seeing the messy footprints in the courtyard. She quickly put down the bamboo basket on her back and the basket in her hand, anxiously asking Jiang Ziling, "What happened here?"