Han Jing smiled and nodded, taking Su Yaogeng's arm.
Actually, considering it, Su Yaogeng is now only thirty-six years old. In the era Han Jing once lived in, this was still an age full of charm and allure. Rather than saying Su Yaogeng is Han Jing's mother, it would be more fitting to call her a sister and a friend.
Although she doesn't know what kind of past or hardships Su Yaogeng had endured, if possible, she wishes for her to find happiness again.
The two had just turned and taken a few steps when they coincidentally ran into Marquis Qing'an, Han Siqu, who was walking towards them.
Su Yaogeng and Han Siqu nodded to each other in greeting and stopped, yet neither spoke a word.
Han Jing had no choice but to pay her respects to Han Siqu, "Greetings, Father."
