Zhi'er's large black eyes were full of concentration.
She wanted to listen to what her father would say.
Bai Xilie paused for a moment, looking at Grandpa Su's face full of wrinkles.
"At most five days, Uncle Su. It's not that I am heartless; there are a few heartfelt words, given the familial relationship between us, that I must say to you."
Bai Xilie sat in the chair, his expression serious.
Zhi'er took small steps to the door, poking her little head out to eavesdrop.
"Yinling is ultimately a girl yet to be married. Now that I am the Emperor, taking both of you into the imperial palace is already an act of grace and special favor."
"But those who know the truth understand; those who don't will only spread some unfavorable rumors."
"Yinling has not yet married. If people talk behind her back, it will not be good for her in the future."
The Su family's father and daughter were simultaneously taken aback.
The Emperor had actually spoken to this extent.
