Su Jiyai chuckled lightly.
"That won't be possible," she said, her voice calm but cold.
"I don't want to live in a place where both of my parents suffered so much."
The words hit the king like a sharp knife.
His chest rose and fell, but he didn't speak.
He stayed silent, his lips pressed together.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room stilled.
Finally, he lifted his eyes and asked quietly, "Then what are you planning to do?"
Su Jiyai folded her hands behind her back.
"I am here to collect herbs," she replied. "Now that I know what I wanted to, I will leave and continue with my work."
Her tone was firm, leaving no room for discussion.
The king did not stop her. He lowered his head slightly, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"Very well," he said softly. "After all, I am the main reason your parents suffered, and maybe the reason you never had the chance to see them. I will not dare to make requests."
Su Jiyai raised an eyebrow and thought in her heart,
