Leaving the Xie Residence, Su Rong's carriage went towards the city gate. With the Crown Prince's token, they quickly exited the city gate.
After Su Rong had left, the lady of the house stood at the door for a while. She left reluctantly, teary-eyed, pulling out a handkerchief to dab her eyes only when urged by others to rest. "My beloved daughter whom I raised with great care is going to marry the King of Nanchu just like that."
How much she was willing to part with her, only she knew.
"You still have six daughters after Little Seventh has left. You have six daughters left." Her wet nurse gently reminded her.
The lady sighed, "That's true."
But these six daughters, as beautiful as flowers, could not compare to that one little troublemaker who had given her so much worry from her childhood and now was going far away from her, leaving her worried and anxious.
