"What does it matter if the Pingnan Marquis lost the battle or betrayed the nation? What does it have to do with Rong Heng?" Gu Lan said irritably, her gaze exceedingly cold.
She only knew that the protagonist was just nine years old seven years ago. Why should he bear the blood debts of those who died in battle?
Just because he is the only one still alive, with half the blood of the Xiao Family flowing through his veins? It's utterly ridiculous.
She didn't receive the education of Dayan, nor did she share the country's feelings of joy and sorrow. She only cared for and protected those she valued.
Moreover... in a novel that motivated the protagonist's growth through suffering, the rebellion of the Pingnan Marquis might not even be true.
Rong Heng, however, didn't care about Gu Lan's words. He didn't stop, lowering his eyebrows slightly, and continued:
