Lu Mei Niang descended in her tunneling light, her expression stiffening. She coldly commanded the young girl, "Rong'er, come here at once!"
Yan Rong's delicate face revealed a trace of panic. She glanced at Xiao Han apprehensively and stammered, "Mother, why—why are you here? Weren't you—"
Lu Mei Niang sighed and said, "I was rescued by Daoist Zhang from peril. He has shown great kindness to me, which I must repay. If you come to me now, you will still be my daughter."
Xiao Han's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this, secretly lamenting the potential disaster unfolding.
Yan Rong's face turned pale at her mother's words. She hesitated for a long while, then finally shook her head, as if making a firm decision. She stepped beside Xiao Han, leaned close to him, and said, "Mother, my heart belongs to Master Xiao. I am already his wife, a woman of the Xiao Family. Forgive your daughter for her lack of filial piety."
