Yun Jiao was speechless; a charming middle-aged gentleman insisted on calling himself an old man.
She thought for a moment and said, "I have some things I can't leave here."
"There's really no way to go to the Capital City right away."
The Duke of England and Lady Wu looked disappointed upon hearing this.
Yun Jiao suddenly felt like she was the villain ruining someone else's family reunion. She quickly said, "I'll talk to Sanlang, have him go to the Capital City with you."
The two shook their heads simultaneously and said in unison, "He won't agree."
Yun Jiao said with difficulty, "Then—"
She looked at the pair of eager eyes and found it hard to say no.
She bowed her head and thought for a long time before saying, "How about this, it's almost November, I'll handle some things, and after the New Year, we'll head to the Capital."
The Duke of England had his eyebrows slightly raised, "This—"
