During the latter half of the banquet, even Third Madam Li fell silent.
The Marchioness quietly said to Su Yuejiao, "Ayu has managed to offend all the society matrons in the Capital City."
"Let her be. I only hope Ayu can live in peace and happiness. Whatever way she chooses to live her life, I'll support her. Even if she faces difficulties or disappointment in the future, the Su Family's Trading House will always be her safety net. I refuse to see my daughter bow and scrape, suffering compromises for the sake of the bigger picture." Feng Shu had been a lifelong source of unrelenting sorrow for Su Yuejiao.
She only wanted Ayu to live freely. Whether it be her reputation or the resentment of others—it didn't matter.
The Marchioness sighed and looked at Fengyu and Xue Lan. "I actually envy Ayu. If Xue Lan had even a fraction of Ayu's strength, I wouldn't be worried about her future."
"What's wrong with Xue Lan?"
