"Today I give you a choice: him or me. If you insist on taking him as a disciple, then we shall separate. From then on, we will have no ties! If you expel him from the household, we can remain as we once were."
Han Suzhen was stunned upon hearing this, stopping the rocking of her chair. Her expression froze, and she looked at Chen Sanliang, seemingly not believing her ears: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly?"
The next moment, Han Suzhen suddenly sat up, raising her voice: "Chen Sanliang! You've grown bold, haven't you?"
"I followed you since I was fourteen! I ran away from home for you, journeyed with you to the Academy to debate the Great Scholar, accompanied you to the bitter cold lands, always hungry and poorly clothed, never wearing a new garment for over a decade, and now you're telling me what? You want a separation? You dare!"
