"Mother, will this really work?" Zhong Yin was somewhat persuaded, her eyes involuntarily flickering.
"Certainly, the Duke Mansion is a prestigious household; would the Lord wish to see his wife as a ruthless and heartless person?" Aunt Wei confidently smiled, "Listen to me, no matter how unsightly Zhong Lan's expression is tomorrow, no matter how your father tries to stop you, you must apologize to Zhong Lan in front of the Lord, you must make her forgive you."
"I understand."
On the following day, Duan Rongjing and Zhong Lan rose early, preparing to return to the Zhong Family with their two children. The gifts had been prepared well in advance, filling two large carriages. Initially, Zhong Lan was against having so much, but Duan Rongjing insisted, feeling it was inadequate for her, saying it was to give her prestige upon her return. Unable to dissuade him, she complied.
