Until nightfall, Huang Zheng, who had been waiting with eager anticipation, had not seen Wen Rou's returning figure, nor had his wife in name, Su Li, come by.
In the study, an orange-yellow oil lamp flickered gracefully, casting the shadows of two figures in conversation on the window.
"My daughter, today we have really brought death upon the Second Prince... Mr. Wen also that..."
"Father, don't worry... The Second Prince never intended to spare our Su Family..."
Su Zhao-shi was greatly alarmed, "You, how did you come to know of this?"
Su Li's indifferent expression was concealed in the dim shadows, "A tall tree catches the wind, and our Su Family's reputation as grain merchants has already resounded throughout Zhao Country."
