One was the Jade-faced Rakshasa, Shen Qingxiu. The other was Xiao Qingwan, who could never reconcile with the old patriarch.
After watching for a long time, Shen Qingxiu said softly, "You've come all this way, why not go down and see him? What happened back then wasn't entirely his fault."
"And what if I do?" Xiao Qingwan retorted.
Shen Qingxiu was momentarily at a loss for words. 'She's right. What good would seeing him do? His grandson is already so grown up, and I heard the boy even adopted a child, who's already five this year.'
"If you weren't going to see him, then why did you make a special trip here?" This was what puzzled Shen Qingxiu. Xiao Qingwan had been completely unmoved by Song Xianming's Purple Mansion Grand Ceremony, merely asking Shen Qingxiu to pass along a message. Yet this time, she had come in person.
"I had nothing better to do, so I came to have a look. This child is better than his father," Xiao Qingwan said calmly.
