Yu Jianjia slowly lowered her head, revealing a long and thin neck. She said hoarsely, "Yes, Father!"
Although his third daughter did not know the severity of the matter, she was still able to listen to him. Yu Zongzheng felt a little comforted. "Since you sprained your ankle, go back to the courtyard and rest well."
Yu Jianjia stood up shakily. Ai Ye and Hui Xiang quickly helped her up.
She endured the pain in her feet and bowed. "Grandmother, Father and Mother, I'll take my leave first!"
When they reached the door, Yu Jianjia couldn't help but pause. She tilted her head and glanced at Yu Youyao, who was sitting in front of Old Madam. Her eyes were cold, and tears welled up in them.
Yu Youyao looked up and saw the curtain of the inner room fall, as well as a corner of Yu Jianjia's moonlight dress.
