As night fell, Xi Luo was invited to stay for dinner at the courtyard house.
Zong Hesong sat at the head position, his smile unwavering, and it was clear to everyone how much he appreciated Xi Luo.
They even discussed the current military and political affairs of the Imperial Capital, with a sense of mentorship for the younger generation.
Zong Zhan, however, remained silent throughout, observing coldly.
This woman's best trick was putting on one face in public and another in private.
No matter how intellectual and graceful she pretended to be, she couldn't change her inherent cunning nature.
At nine in the evening, Xi Luo bid farewell and prepared to leave. The tired-looking Zong Hesong rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Xiao Xi, do come over whenever you're free. It's not easy being unfamiliar with the Imperial Capital, don't push yourself too hard."
"I understand, Uncle Zong. You should rest early, I won't bother you any longer."
