Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged glances, silently listening to Yang Yizhi's words.
Yang Yizhi gently exhaled and turned to look at the flowing stream in the small valley, quietly saying:
"Heroes beget heroes; I thought, since Su Tianyang is a hero, how could his son be anything but competent?
"Yet, it turns out, the character of boys and girls can be entirely different.
"My daughter is naturally forthright and fearless, unlike men, whereas Su Tianyang's son turned out to be an ineffectual noble."
Yang Xiaoyun subconsciously glanced at Su Mo, noticing his face showed no displeasure, just a bit of awkwardness.
Just as she was about to remind Yang Yizhi, she heard him continue:
"Nonetheless, that does not matter.
"You grew up together like childhood sweethearts; Yun'er is naturally righteous, resembling more of me in her temperament than her mother.
"With Yun'er to support you, and both of us old folks by your side, you could still have a comfortable life.
