"Every single thing, every detail, must be deeply reflected upon, leaving no stone unturned!"
Jiang Ziling's heart was a mix of perplexing emotions. He'd never imagined that Su Yu's actions were a means to retrieve justice for him and to make amends for the injustice of those years.
This young girl had always been clear about love and hate. The hatred for Lady Zhao had evidently planted roots deep within her heart—how could she offer her help so easily?
Exhaustion and humiliation rendered Lady Zhao's body limp, her face pressed against the cold floor, while Jiang Xunzhong merely stood by, watching indifferently without offering a helping hand.
Witnessing Lady Zhao on the verge of collapse, Su Yu nonchalantly brought over a bowl of dark medicinal broth and held it to her lips, "Drink this, with a heart full of absolute repentance. If I sense the slightest dishonesty, you will bear the consequences..."
