He looked up and softly said:
"If I remember correctly, Qingdai once mentioned that father-in-law is already seventy years old, a venerable age, with chronic ailments, so it's indeed not easy for him to travel around too much."
The words "father-in-law" instantly filled Su Qingdai with joy, making her smile with her brows and eyes.
"Hmm hmm!"
Little Qian'er hummed softly, recalling the words of her lady, and glanced at a certain delighted fairy with a peerless beauty.
Obediently holding onto Rong'er's brother's arm, her fingers intertwined tightly, she said nothing.
The young Confucian Scholar carefully folded the letter paper in his hands, put it back in the envelope, and instructed: "Qingdai, let's write back to father-in-law, asking him to stay at home and rest well. Once the grand ceremony is over, hmm, I'll take you to visit."
"Alright, Ziyu, I will do as you say."
Su Qingdai nodded vigorously, her eyes bright and her smile radiant.
