After all the drama, the banquet finally came to an end.
The guests slowly made their way out of the Mo residence, still whispering about everything that had happened. Some shook their heads. Some laughed behind their fans. Others simply left in silence.
By the time the last guest stepped out of the gate, the entire place felt heavy and quiet again.
Lady Fu did not leave.
She remained sitting in the hall with a dark face, waiting.
Mo Ying stayed behind as well, standing with his arms crossed as the servants cleaned up the mess.
When the hall was finally empty, Lady Fu spoke first.
"Mo Ying," she said coldly, "come here. I want to talk to you."
Mo Ying walked closer, his expression calm but sharp.
Lady Fu stared at him for a long moment, then asked,
"Why… why do you like that concubine so much? When you already have a wife like San Na?"
Mo Ying's jaw tightened.
"Lin Xu," he said slowly, "is the only woman I consider my wife."
Lady Fu slammed her hand on the table.
