Night.
Since Bai Lung was told to rest at Yang family residence, he accepted.
The night air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine as Lady Yang made her way through the ornate halls of the family estate.
Her footsteps were measured, betraying none of the trepidation that roiled within her.
As she neared the guest quarters where the young master rested, she paused, taking a deep breath to center herself.
This was no time for weakness or indecision. She had come too far to turn back now.
She had hoped to grow closer to her husband but the fact that this young master comes from Bai Family only makes her blood boil.
She wants revenge against that family anyhow and this was the time.
'I am sorry husband, but you can find someone else... I have a certain purpose that I need to fulfill as the last remaining descendent of my family,' she clenched her fist.
