With that said, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
Qin Shu lowered her head slightly, standing in place with her hands clenched tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.
"After all this, you still only care about your official hat!"
"Your head is filled with concerns about personal gains and losses, abandoning your own son like a pawn when faced with difficulties?!"
"Yan Peizhi, what kind of man are you!"
Qin Shu and Yan Peizhi were an old husband and young wife, with an age difference of over ten years.
The reason they came together initially was because Old Master Qin saw potential in Yan Peizhi; it was, by all means, a standard political marriage, and there truly wasn't much affection between them.
But Yan Linghu was different.
He was her flesh and blood, a bond thicker than water, and even though he might be somewhat ungrateful, she couldn't just look on without doing something!
"Someone, prepare a sedan chair!"
"I want to return to the Qin Family!"
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