Indeed, sparks fly when rivals meet.
Su Rong thought to herself, Uncle Xie's arrow had really hit home.
The Nanchu King's face immediately turned sour, nearly prompting him to turn around and leave, but with his daughter and son-in-law at hand, and the fact that Xie Yuan was not wrong - he had caused Nanchu to fall into a mess over these years. He had regretted countless times, but there was nothing he could do. Regret was useless. His face stiffened for a moment, but he didn't think his dignity was that important. Being scolded by Xie Yuan was what he deserved.
Therefore, he forced a smile and continued, "Brother Xie is right. It's my fault. I failed in my governance and brought trouble to Xiaoqi. It's my fault as a father. Luckily, you both returned safely, otherwise I would not be able to absolve myself of the blame even upon a thousand deaths."
