Rong Ruiyuan was reluctant to believe Gu Baijiang's words. The experiences of the past two days had just about worn his patience thin.
"Lord Gu, I am quite fond of your granddaughter and wish to offer her a bright future. What do you think?"
"This is your gracious favor, Master. However, An Tong is still young. Moreover, given her status, I'm afraid she isn't even qualified to be a servant or maid by your side."
"Lord Gu, what kind of talk is that? She is the only legitimate daughter of the Gu family. How could this prince ever mistreat her?
"I believe my imperial father wouldn't want his descendants to have a mother of lowly birth, either. Please wait for my good news, Lord Gu."
This was a promise of heavy rewards. Gu Baijiang's eyes sparkled. He was just about to bow in gratitude when the movement tugged at his wounds, instantly bringing him back to reality. Even if the Emperor pardoned them, it wouldn't matter—he could never return to the official court in his current state.
