Virtue is Not Worthy of Position, and Will Not be Tolerated

Su Yingxue held onto the reins and rode back to Su Qingzhi's side. A smug smile adorned her picturesque face. "Grandfather, I've tamed it. Let's go home!"

"Good!"

Su Qingzhi smiled heroically. "As expected of Shuli's daughter, as expected of the descendant of the Su family!"

It made him proud!

Su Qingzhi and Su Yingxue returned to the manor in the starry night. Most of the people in the Marquis's Manor had already rested. Su Qingzhi did not care about his appearance and did not need any grandeur. After entering the manor to change, he asked Su Yingxue to accompany him to the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, Su Qingzhi looked at the incense that continued to burn. He instructed Su Yingxue, "Go and burn an incense stick for your mother on behalf of grandfather."

"Yes, grandfather."

Su Yingxue lit the incense and knelt on the ground. She kowtowed three times and lit the incense for her mother.