"..."
Bian Chenpei silently lowered his head, looking at the down comforter embroidered with golden thread, his fists unconsciously clenched tight, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.
He wanted to rebel, wanted to roar loudly at the so-called senior brother before him, to demand his father's presence.
But he dared not.
Every time he recalled the towering figure, majestic like a mountain, who emotionlessly tortured demons in the prison and demanded that he, a six-year-old, forcibly observe, all the anger and resentment accumulated in his heart, along with any courage, evaporated completely.
"...I understand."
Bian Chenpei spoke in a hoarse voice, hardly recognizing his own. "I will do as told."
Unable to rebel, he could only accept.
Duan Buqun glanced at him, unsurprised by the response, and added, "The Cardinal also said, you lost your pride and confidence with Li Ang, and with Ghost Shovel, your dignity and bravery. The things you've lost, you must take back yourself."
