Third Master Song met his daughter's expectant gaze, and his heart couldn't help but soften. He reached out and gently ruffled the top of her hair before saying, "You can, but the Capital City is not like Nanyu. You must be more restrained."
"Thank you, Father. I understand. I definitely won't cause you any trouble." Song Yunzhao let out a long, internal sigh of relief. 'As long as I can get out of the house, everything will be much easier.'
This book she had transmigrated into wasn't as strict on women as a real ancient dynasty—it was all to advance the plot and create conflict. That was why she was confident her father would relent.
Third Master Song had many matters to attend to after arriving in the Capital City to assume his post. Song Yunzhao thoughtfully saw him off, then returned to the West Courtyard with great fanfare.
