Sorrow, true sorrow.
Nangong Yin felt he wasn't fit to be a father, nor to be the head of a clan.
But standing in his position, from his perspective, there seemed to be no better solution.
Enduring humiliation for the greater good?
Nangong Yin counseled himself inwardly: Impatience leads to chaos in grand plans, the shame of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.
The elder drew an ancient jade piece from his bosom, placed it on the tea table, and said, "This is the Zhen Family's heirloom, originally intended for Xiao Jie. Since we are discussing marriage, we must present something of value, mustn't we? Take this jade back and have Ling'er wear it."
Nangong Yin, looking at the ancient jade, clenched his teeth and accepted it, saying, "I will tell Ling'er."
The elder smiled.
As long as Nangong Yin took the ancient jade, there would be no turning back.
He must be furious and dissatisfied in his heart, but what of it?
