Lu Juan said, "There are still matters at the palace. I must trouble you, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, to take Qingrong home."
Mrs. Qiao froze, not understanding what her son-in-law meant. 'Has he truly cast our eldest daughter aside because of this...?'
"That's not enough!"
A voice as crisp and clear as pearls rang out.
"And why should I listen to you?"
A scroll had appeared in Ji Qingwu's hand.
She walked up to Lu Juan. With a twist of three slender, pale fingers, she deftly twirled the scroll.
Lu Juan's expression shifted several times as he gradually made out what she was holding.
He knew what it was from the brilliant red of the silk and the painted dragon and phoenix.
This was the first time Lu Juan had been stunned for so long.
Ji Qingwu's lips curved into a slight smile. "Mr. Lu," she said, "on this matter, do I get the final say?"
Lu Juan rose to his feet and bowed with his hands clasped.
"...You may."
