The years had worn away her beauty, but they had also bestowed upon her a serene elegance.
"Sui Qingmo, the devotee of Dajing, pays respects to the elder!"
In the front hall, Sui Qingmo solemnly and naturally cupped her fists in salute to Yang Zhenshan.
She referred to herself as a devotee of Dajing, rather than simply announcing her name, indicating her willingness to affiliate with the Dajing Dynasty, but also showing her reluctance to submit to the Yang family.
The Yang family and Dajing are still different; although Dajing belongs to the Yang family, a dynasty is a dynasty, no matter how small it is.
"Hmm, have a seat!" Yang Zhenshan said calmly.
Yang Zhenshan was well aware of Sui Qingmo's intentions.
Belonging to Dajing required little constraint for her, but belonging to the Yang family meant following the Yang family's orders in the future.
Sui Qingmo sat beside, and Yang Minghao also took a seat.
