Zuo Xiangning's heart came to understand at this moment why Lingxiao had faked his death.
He had become a homeless illegitimate child, with nothing to his name, unable to give himself happiness or a future. How could he possibly come to find her?
Zuo Xiangning shifted closer to him, "Before I left the capital, I saw Marquis Zhongyuan at your grave. I could feel that he truly cared about you."
"I told my father that, for his sake, I wouldn't pursue the matter of what Ling Chen and his mother did anymore, but in Marquis Zhongyuan's Mansion, I only recognize him as my father. I don't acknowledge anyone else!" Lingxiao turned his head to Zuo Xiangning and said, "In the future, no matter where you see them, you don't have to pay attention to them. And if they deliberately come before you, you don't have to show them any kindness."
Zuo Xiangning reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, "Why shouldn't I show them any kindness?"
