Zhuo Junli let out a self-deprecating laugh, "When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. Our Leng family, for generations, has to serve your Jun royal family."
"A family loyal and righteous, isn't that why your son entered officialdom?" Chu Yihan raised an eyebrow. He had once glimpsed Zhuo Qingyu and saw in him an image of himself and Zhuo Junli from decades ago.
They would only surpass the past.
Zhuo Junli, unwilling to argue with Chu Yihan, a patient, dragged him off to eat. During the meal, he was rather reluctant to part with his daughter, but he noticed that although Zhuo Wenyuan was sad to leave home far away, she did not seem afraid of Qin Yu.
She wore at her waist a dragon-shaped jade pendant, a symbol of imperial identity.
Zhuo Junli sneered, realizing it was beyond his control.
However, when Chu Yihan bid him farewell and reminisced about their youth, he felt the man might be getting old, starting to ramble.
