"No... of course not!" Liang Jingzong laughed: "Zhongli... about the last runaway wedding, it was just a moment of confusion for Shaochen. I hope you won't hold it against him, and also have a good talk with Prince Nangong and your grandfather. Shaochen is young and impulsive, one day, he will understand what he truly wants."
Nangong Zhongli's eyes flickered with something, and he smiled: "Uncle, rest assured. We're all family, if I still held a grudge about that, why would I come to see him? That's all in the past, you can be assured, I understand what you mean, I will give Shaochen time."
Liang Jingzong nodded with relief.
The housekeeper stepped forward: "Sir, it's time for your medicine."
"Alright..."
After Liang Jingzong left, Nangong Zhongli sat by the bed, looking at the sleeping Liang Shaochen.
Her eyes, however, were slightly red.
Shaochen... for you, no matter how much grievance I endure, I'll bear it.
