Su Zhixue's tears fell drop by drop, landing on Miaoyan's hand, cold to the touch, clearly showing she had reached her limit.
"Miaoyan, it's my fault, I couldn't protect you... I thought that the Young Master seemed disinterested in you, so I didn't arrange a marriage with Rong Jing, planning to wait for some time... cough cough... I didn't expect the Empress Dowager's decree to come."
As she spoke, resoluteness flickered in Su Zhixue's eyes, and those ink-like beautiful eyes, in the place where Rong Miaoyan couldn't see, had already been covered with a deep resolve.
Rong Miaoyan handed Empress Su over to the Palace Attendant beside her, slowly stood up, with a rebellious gaze, tinged with a cold light.
"No one decides my marriage, not even my imperial grandmother."
Su Zhixue held Miaoyan's hand and shook her head, saying, "Miaoyan, it's useless, Rong... your father is the most ruthless man on earth."
"Whether it's useful or not, I'll only know after I try."
