Yan Shaomian bowed to Zhong Wuwang and bid farewell, then hugged Fang Zhenxiu, tears falling as she said, "Little brother, follow Mr. Zhong and practice diligently, do not slack off. Sister may not return, you must take good care of yourself!"
Fang Zhenxiu held her hand, reluctant to part, and said, "Sister Xuan, didn't my father tell you to find a good person to marry and not to seek revenge?"
Yan Shaomian withdrew her hand, "The Yan Family has a deep-seated vendetta that cannot go unavenged. My brother, my sister, my father, my grandfather, all died at the hands of that Chen traitor. This hatred cannot coexist with him under heaven! Little brother, follow the young master and cultivate well!"
She turned and left.
Fang Zhenxiu cried bitterly, chasing out of the grand residence, but did not see her figure.
After he finished crying, Zhong Wuwang finally said, "If tears could kill Chen Shi, he would have died a thousand times by now. Come with me."
