Fu Zhi sighed and said, "Your parents had a shallow fate, don't blame them. Let the grudges of the previous generation be resolved among themselves. You are now an adult, established with a family. You should be filial to your parents, but also cannot lose your integrity."
Fu Zhi looked at his grandson and instructed, "If you're unsure of what to do, go to Third Lady. She knows better than you how to handle these things."
Fu Tinghan nodded obediently.
Fu Zhi had nothing more to say and leaned back on the pillow, looking towards the window, "It seems that the sky is getting brighter. Open the window so I can see."
Fu Tinghan first covered him with a cloak, pulling it up to his neck, and then went to open the window, where a faint orange cloud met his eyes.
