Feng Jiayin watched Ling Tianyu's retreating back until he was out of sight, a complex and uncomfortable feeling brewing in her heart.
In the sickroom, humiliated by her granddaughter's words and again when shaking hands with Ling Tianyu, she now faced yet another blow to her dignity. Despite her status in the Capital, such repeated embarrassments could damage her reputation if they became public knowledge, right?
Yet, she dared not show her anger, for Zhao Xiangde was present. She could dismiss others, but not Elder Zhao, Zhao Xiangde—a man of unfathomable background and not someone she could afford to provoke.
Feng Jiayin was extremely unwilling to let go but had no choice but to leave. She wouldn't give up. She had to take Duan Yanran with her; the marriage arrangement had already been set. A change of mind now would mean too great a loss.
Who in the Capital would dare to deceive the foremost figure? Any promise made and not kept was considered deceit in his eyes.