"Hahahahahahahahahaha..." Lady Dongfang suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears came out.
Zhan Zhengtong was stunned, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your foolishness! What do you think you are? A saint? What makes you think that just because your son and Ahao have a connection, your son will get along peacefully with Anuo?"
Zhan Zhengtong's face turned cold, "I never thought they would get along peacefully, I just hope they can each be well in their own place."
"But now my son is dead, killed by your son!"
"I don't understand Cultivation, nor do I understand Qi Fortune, but I know Ahao's death has nothing to do with my son." Zhan Zhengtong insisted on this point. Although she once doubted and tested Jiang Nuo, Jiang Nuo is her son, and as long as he said so, she believed him.
