Ye Lu didn't know what to say and could only make polite conversation.
Mu Bao'er looked at the memorial portrait, her expression suddenly becoming strange, smiling desolately,
"There's no need to feel regret. I think even he wouldn't have felt regret. He committed suicide by shooting himself. His death, for many people, was a release, for us and for himself as well. If he hadn't died, I probably wouldn't have been able to forgive him."
Ye Lu suddenly didn't know what to say, stammering for some time, not sure whether to console her or not, feeling extremely awkward.
Mu Bao'er realized her awkwardness, sighed, and said with a smile, "Don't mind it. Our family's affairs are very complicated. I heard you've been inquiring about the Su family."
Ye Lu nodded, looking at her cautiously.
"I heard your father, Nie Rong, once traded arms with the Su family."
"Yes."
