Mr. Su stared at the chessboard, looking regretful.
It seems he felt he made a wrong move at the last placement.
This led to a total loss in the game.
Otherwise, he would surely fight three hundred rounds with Su Yan.
Su Yan glanced outside.
Looking at the sky, it was already midday.
She lowered her head, adjusted her clothes, and spoke:
"Father, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Mr. Su looked up,
"Wait."
Su Yan looked at him, unmoving, waiting for him to continue.
Mr. Su coughed; perhaps because he couldn't hold back and exposed his purpose, he felt embarrassed.
But having reached this point, he had to speak.
"I've heard you have a male concubine in your courtyard, named Ji Yu, who is quite favored recently."
Su Yan did not respond but countered:
"Father, this is my affair."
Mr. Su fiddled with the black chess piece in his hand,
"If you like him, I won't say anything.
But the matter of carrying on the family line rests on you.
