Mm, two succinct words, so characteristic of Fourth Brother Liang. Liang Shujun felt a lump in his throat. He picked up a cup and downed a big glass of water that had gone cold. Then, as if casually, he said, "There’s one thing I’ve been meaning to ask." Liang Haoming looked at him expressionlessly, but his eyes carried a hint of confusion. Liang Shujun pondered for a moment and then seemed about to say something more... "Can it be let go?" He wasn’t asking himself—his mind already held an answer. He was asking Haoming and Yue Ning. At this moment, his mood was grim. Just now, when his younger brothers took off their shirts, he suddenly felt as if he were in a dream. His vivacity, his liveliness, his cheerful openness, and his tacky flirtatiousness had all vanished, leaving only a heavy heart. In his heart, Baobao had carved out a place, and a significantly weighty one at that. Without realizing when it started, in his heart, Baobao and the former Dong Dabao seemed like they were split apart, no longer a single entity; he didn’t even regard them as the same person. He could be open-minded, he could let go, but what about the others? His brothers—could they let go of the hatred from the past? Liang Haoming glanced at his Third Brother, then slowly lowered his gaze. His face remained expressionless, but his partially concealed eyes were filled with solemn contemplation. He didn’t brush off his Third Brother carelessly—avoidance wasn’t his style. He was seriously pondering. Liang Yuening also quieted down, looking as if he had something to say but hesitated. Blood is thicker than water among siblings. Although Liang Shujun had beaten his two younger brothers severely not long ago, it was clear that both of them harbored simple thoughts and didn’t hold a grudge against their Third Brother because of the beating. After a long pause, Liang Haoming seemed to have clarified his thoughts, but before he could speak, Fifth Brother Yue Ning suddenly interjected—"She’s different from before, isn’t she?" Liang Yuening straightened up, facing both his Third and Fourth brothers. "She took ninety lashes for Yixuan, saving him from Zhu Xingfang’s false accusations and from the Department of Surveillance’s castration. She saved Third Brother, helped us recover our health, and she is even treating Second Brother’s illness. She really is different from before!" "This is a confusing account; she was bad to us in the past, and she has made many mistakes—these are not things that can be forgotten just by wanting to. However, previously, she hurt us, but now, she is wholeheartedly helping us, doing good for us, and even... even owes us a debt of gratitude." Liang Yuening pursed his lips and then, with a mix of admiration and lament, said in a grateful tone, "Third Brother, I can let go. As early as that day, as soon as she took those ninety lashes for Yixuan, I had already let it go." "That day, when I saw Yixuan in the prison, I felt something inside me—as if he was a wisp of blue smoke, about to disappear. I later thought, historically, very few men have survived castration; many either die from the pain during the execution, or their wounds never heal properly afterward and they die from the aggravated injuries." "Once a man is castrated, there is no more brightness in his life." "At that time, I think Yixuan probably resigned himself to death." "She took those ninety lashes for Yixuan. She didn’t just save Yixuan from castration; she actually saved his life!"