The Chengs' estate quickly became deserted and desolate.
Cheng Yiyao stood there lost in a daze, unable to come back to herself for a long time. Only after quite a while did some light return to her eyes. She looked at Cheng Yuanmu beside her and said, "Old Ancestor, I shouldn't have dragged the Chengs down. Maybe they weren't wrong. This all started because of me, and I should take responsibility for my own mess."
Cheng Yuanmu patted Cheng Yiyao on the shoulder and comforted her, "Yiyao, don't say such useless things. I watched you grow up. Those cold‑blooded things in the Chengs didn't inherit even a bit of my temperament. Only you are most like me, so I've loved you the most since you were little."
"This time, no matter what, I, your Old Ancestor, will stay by your side. So what if it's the Zhous? At worst we steel ourselves for death. There will be many people attending the Zhous' banquet. Could they really be shameless enough to make a move on us right there at the banquet?"
