And to one side, Su Yu coldly watched everything unfold.
There was no great disturbance in her eyes, for the plight of Xie Xinghua seemed to her nothing more than a depiction of the human condition she had long since seen through.
"Did you see that?"
Su Yu's voice suddenly rang out, sharp-edged, "Anger never disappears into thin air, it only moves, finding its next more vulnerable target."
She paused slightly, her gaze profound, and slowly uttered those two meaningful words: "The weak."
In her worldview, this world operated on the principle of survival of the fittest, and the only thing to rely on was one's own strength.
Jiang Ziling stood silently beside her, Su Yu's words like a key, unlocking the hidden thoughts deep within his heart.
His years of tolerance towards Lady Zhao was not entirely out of weakness.
It was mingled with countless sighs and helplessness in the quiet of night.
He began to reflect, whether that so-called filial piety was truly worth it?