Song Mansion, upon receiving the news, Uncle Bai stood behind Song Yan. Not having seen her in over a month, Uncle Bai also appeared considerably older. He had heard that Song Yan had been in this study for a whole day already, without eating, drinking, crying, or speaking.
At this moment, she was staring blankly at the spot where her father often stood while practicing calligraphy. Uncle Bai felt an intense pang of heartache as he watched her, and finally stepped forward, "Miss."
But he stopped short, uncertain of what to say.
After a moment of silence, Song Yan finally spoke. With a hoarse voice, she said, "Uncle Bai, I want to hear the truth."
"Is he playing a trick on me? Is he releasing this kind of pointless news on purpose, just to give our opponents an opportunity? What is he planning this time? Is he trying to test me?"
She turned her head to look at Uncle Bai, her previously vacant eyes now brimming with hope, sparkling with expectation.
