The servants kneeled on the ground, not even having the courage to raise their heads to look at Duan Qiong.
Duan Qiong lowered his eyes, and when he looked at Xiao Ya again, those eyes were full of tenderness. He caressed her hair and said gently, "Ya'er, wait for me here. I'm going to find my father, and I'll be back soon to accompany you..."
***
Duan Manor.
An old man sat calmly in his luxurious study room.
He probably knew that Duan Qiong would still come looking for him, so he was unperturbed when he saw Duan Qiong rushing in anger.
"What you gave me isn't Purple Ginseng!" Duan Qiong smashed his fist on the desk. His voice was filled with anger.
The old man smiled calmly, "Of course not. How could I use such a good spirit herb to save a useless person."
"Father! She's my wife. We are legally married!"
