Still wanting to say something but hesitating.
It's very strange.
Wei Zhao doesn't know either.
But...
He looked at Wei Fengyuan and kindly reminded, "Why not think about what you've done privately rather than come asking me?"
Wei Fengyuan: ...
He squinted his eyes, his gaze landing on his elder brother and sister-in-law ahead.
Finally, he spoke slowly.
"You... have a good father."
Once everyone boarded the Duke Shun Mansion's carriage.
The news of Ying Yi's death had already exploded in Shangjing.
The citizens on the streets were buzzing with discussions.
"Is that person really gone?"
"How pitiful for the Princely Heir, losing his mother, and now even the only father who could have protected him is gone."
"Hush, keep your voice down? What Princely Heir? That's clearly the son of a criminal."
