Just as Sang Qien was about to charge over with her sword in hand, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She was shocked and quickly put her sword away, exclaiming, “Dad!”

The elder in front of her was, of course, Sang Hong. In his hands was a teacup that was still hot. He asked, “Where are you going?”

“It’s nothing; I was just feeling a bit stuffy and wanted to get some air. Also, I can check to see if anyone breaks in along the way.” After a bit of hesitation, Sang Qien decided not to say what she was really thinking. After what had happened to her older brother, her father had already felt incredibly hurt. If he found out what was happening with her sister-in-law, he might be even more broken-hearted and angry.

She felt as if her father had become much older, and that he had already lost much of his former mettle. There seemed to be some issues with his health too. That was why, after considering everything, she chose...