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Before going to the capital, Sang Guyun had imagined countless times the magnificent scene of riding a fine horse, dressed in red, returning to the countryside amidst the sounds of firecrackers and drums, and welcoming her beloved to the capital.

But nowadays... things don't always go as planned.

Knowing that the two were in a bad mood, Yan Xi gestured to the people around her, and those who were not involved quietly left the room.

His eyes gradually reddened, and all the scenes of their meeting that he had imagined beforehand vanished at this moment. Tears streamed down his face without him even realizing it.

"You've grown so big!"

His voice was choked with emotion, and without needing any introductions, he walked towards his daughter, whom he recognized at a glance.

He wanted to reach out and touch her head, but worried that his actions would be too abrupt and scare her, so he immediately withdrew his outstretched hand.

Before he could retract his voice, a clear and melodious "Father" struck Sang Guyun like lightning, freezing him completely in place.

His tears fell harder and harder, and his vision was clouded by a thick fog.

The Grand Tutor, who was always stern and serious in the court, was now crying like a child who had finally found his family.

"Yes, Father's here."

He had waited eighteen years to hear that word "Dad".

But all he could hope for was that one word, "Dad," and everything else was just wishful thinking.

The tears fell even more fiercely. The Grand Tutor, who had wanted to establish himself as a good father in front of his daughter, ultimately failed to fulfill his wish.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Sang Guyun finally stopped crying. He and Sang Huan sat by the window, quietly listening to their daughter recount her experiences over the years.

Of course, worried that she, as a father, might not be able to handle it, Sang Huan only talked about interesting things.

Little did she know that Sang Guyun, who had already thoroughly investigated her experiences, felt a mixture of relief and heartache upon hearing her story.

He knew perfectly well that his daughter was saying this to comfort him because she was worried about him.

How could Sang Guyun refuse the other party's kindness? When the other party smiled and nodded, he would also smile and nod along with her, his eyes full of affection as he looked at Sang Huan.

As for Yanxi, although he stayed inside, he didn't say a word except to occasionally help refill the tea, so as not to disturb the relationship between the father and daughter.

The bright sun was gradually shrouded by a thick layer of dark clouds, and fine, needle-like rain began to fall, gradually increasing in intensity. A thin mist rose and enveloped the entire city of Suzhou.

After chatting for a while and having dinner together, Sang Guyun looked at the gray sky outside and finally mustered up the courage to ask the question she wanted to ask.

"Huanhuan, could you tell your father where your mother's grave is?"

When Sang Guyun went to the capital, it was during the royal power struggle. At that time, the emperor was young, and he was taken in by his maternal grandfather's family to assist him, so he was unable to leave his post.

Moreover, given the turbulent situation, if the opposing party were to learn that he still has a wife and children he cares about, it would likely plunge him into utter ruin.

Sang Guyun sent the letter and the silver through several hands before finally sending them out, so how could she dare to go back and see them again?

Three years have passed since the reckoning was completed and the emperor ascended the throne. Sang Guyun rode his horse to the countryside in glory, only to be met with the nightmare of his wife falling to the bottom of a cliff, never to be seen again.

His vision went black and he immediately fell off his horse. When he woke up, he couldn't believe his wife was dead.

He smashed the so-called cenotaph and brought all of his wife's belongings to the capital as a memento.

So many years have passed, and the people he sent out still found nothing. Sang Guyun had a lot of frustration stuck in his heart, and no one knew about it. It just so happened that he went to visit the Marquis of Jing'an's residence.

Seeing Madam Jing'an wiping away tears while holding a portrait of her old friend, he curiously took it and looked at it, only then did he learn everything.

Knowing that his wife had been treated so badly by that beast of a merchant, Sang Guyun was both angry and furious, and was even prepared to kill himself after avenging him.

After learning that his wife had given birth to a daughter, his impulsive emotions subsided considerably, and he immediately rode away from the capital alone without a second thought.

It wasn't until the steward discovered the room was empty the next day that he frantically sent people to catch up with him.

Now that Sang Guyun has seen her daughter again, and the girl is still so well-behaved, the sadness in Sang Guyun's heart has finally eased a lot.

But what he missed even more was his wife.

Seeing the heartache in Sang Guyun's eyes, Sang Huan ultimately did not refuse.

She and Yan Xi silently shared the same umbrella, leading Sang Guyun through the alleys of Suzhou City, heading towards the nearby barren mountains.

"I was still an infant when my mother passed away, so I don't know the specifics of what happened. By the time I had memories, my mother's name had become a taboo subject, and the servants in the Sang family forbade me from asking what my mother looked like."

A light drizzle fell, weighing down the leaves. The three of them unknowingly left the city and approached a dense forest at the foot of a mountain.

Sang Huan unearthed those buried memories and told them to the father in front of her, little by little.

This can be seen as a way of relieving the pent-up grievances and resentment.

"It was my wet nurse who raised me from childhood who felt sorry for me and secretly took a portrait and told me that it was my mother."

She would secretly take me out to pay respects to my mother during banquets at the Sang family mansion, telling me that I was the child my mother and father had been hoping for, and that I shouldn't cry.

After walking around the path covered with decaying leaves, Sang cheered, exhaled a hot breath, stopped, and turned to look at Sang Guyun beside her.

"I used to see how indifferent Sang Chengfeng was to me, and I tried to get close to him, but I was kicked away by his servant. I was heartbroken and felt extremely wronged at the time, thinking that the wet nurse was lying to me. But now I know that she wasn't lying to me."

It's understandable that Sang Chengfeng would treat her that way, given that he knew she wasn't his biological daughter.

Seeing her say these words in a calm tone, not only Sang Guyun, but even Yan Xi felt a pang of anxiety.

But he knew now was not the time for him to speak, so he silently reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, protecting her from the wind and rain outside.

"Huanhuan, I..."

"Father, we've arrived."

Without giving Sang Guyun a chance to cry, Sang Huan stepped aside, completely exposing the small tombstone standing in the damp, dark forest to Sang Guyun's eyes.