Chapter 19 Severing Ties
Xie Chengzong’s composure shattered.
“Do you even see me as your father anymore?”
Xie Yunting’s face was full of accusation. “Father only wants what’s best for you. How can you be so blind and ungrateful?”
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he’d misspoken.
The messenger gave a cold laugh. “The Marquis of Zhongyong truly has lofty airs, daring to disregard even the princess’s command.”
Xie Yunting didn’t dare say more, only glaring at me venomously.
Xie Chengzong quickly softened his tone. “The Women’s Examination is a grave matter. If you succeed, it brings honor to the entire household.”
“But you are entering as a model for all women. If you fail, you drag the reputation of the whole family down with you.”
He didn’t dare voice his real thoughts, but the excuse sounded plausible enough.
Yet his words sparked something in me. I immediately knelt, face filled with feigned grief, and bowed deeply.
“Father is right. Normally, I would obey without question.”
“But this concerns the welfare of all women in the realm, and the stability of the nation. Please forgive your daughter this once.”
“To prevent shame to the marquisate and the Xie clan, Yaohua willingly takes her mother’s surname.”
“As long as I sever ties with the household, whatever happens in the future will not tarnish the family name.”
I kowtowed three times, fulfilling all filial duty.
Xie Chengzong and Xie Yunting exchanged stunned glances, faces turning red with rage.
The messenger clapped once. “An excellent solution. I will report to Her Highness and have the family registry amended.”
“Lord Xie, you need worry no longer.”
With that settled, Xie Chengzong could say nothing more. He gave a stiff bow and a cold snort of agreement.
Suddenly, the tension in my chest eased.
I finally had the chance to leave this household, to escape the rigid world built by the plot.
As if sensing my relief, I looked up—and saw Shen Wanrong’s face drain of color in the distance.
She stared at me, her eyes wide and shadowed.
But none of it concerned me anymore.
I dropped my grieving mask, gave her a deliberate, triumphant raise of my brow, and turned to walk away.
Behind me, she swayed and collapsed.
Shocked cries rose.
I didn’t look back.
I never would.