Lady Zhao felt a lightness in her heart ever since her daughter's marriage was arranged. What she now hoped for was that her son would take over for the second wife and, after the family split, he could support his sisters so that she could truly enjoy her life of leisure.
In the Yao Residence, Yao Zheyu stood wrapped in a cloak, motionless in the courtyard. Ever since he no longer needed to go to the Ministry of War, he enjoyed being alone, sometimes standing by the wall and looking up at the sky, feeling trapped within a grid. Indeed, he was trapped now.
Every time his father saw him, he would mock him. Inside, he felt numb. He really wanted to go out; he couldn't even compare to Zhang Jinghong.
