Old Mrs. Su leaned on her cane, leading the Su Family, standing outside the Tang Residence on the empty ground for three whole days.
Ignoring the eyes of others and all sorts of whispers, the old lady would stand at the door that originally belonged to the Tang Mansion every day, crying and condemning the air.
In the beginning, she moved others with emotion, but after talking nonstop for a whole day without a response, her mood quickly began to collapse.
Dealing with those people from the Imperial City, her entire spirit and energy were completely exhausted. Only by thinking of her sons and grandsons behind her, and the entire Su Family, did she barely manage to hold on, already at the end of her forceful efforts.
"What should we do, Mother?" Su XiuYu panicked for a moment, the more he thought, the angrier he became, pacing back and forth impatiently, like a lion in a state of rage.
The old lady glanced at her son, somewhat disappointed.
