Old Madam showed no expression, but her complexion was much better than when facing Shen Aili.
After she ate the fish, she let out a slight sigh and looked meaningfully at Yan Shuirou, who was currying favor with Old Madam Jiang not far away. "Beicheng, as a grown man, I can't control you, but life is like a chess game, and a move once made cannot be undone. Some things, you really need to think through."
Li Beicheng was holding a nourishing soup for Old Madam and paused, his hand suspended in mid-air. His dark eyes flickered with myriad thoughts before he finally said, "Yes, I understand."
Shen Aili watched with cold eyes, sensing something amiss in her son's attitude, but couldn't quite pinpoint what it was at the moment.
Meanwhile, Yan Xiaye followed Yan Jiu, winding through numerous corridors and gardens, until they finally returned to the main hall.
