Sitting atop the carriage, Shen Qingshan's brow was deeply furrowed.
Originally, driving away Shen Lingyong should have been a matter easily resolved,
but Shen Han insisted on taking such a circuitous route. Frankly, this was not solely aimed at Shen Lingyong.
It was aimed at the Shen Family.
"Father, are we really leaving just like this without clarity?
Leaving Shen Han here to continue his merry ways?"
Sitting in the carriage, Shen Lingyong's face bore resentment.
On the frontlines, leading troops, Shen Lingyong was not just brave but also strategic, with some talented maneuvers.
But in the Capital City, the considerations here surpassed those on the battlefield.
Shen Qingshan looked at him with some helplessness: "Second son, you are completely unsuited for courtly conflict.
To end up in this predicament, have you still not realized where your problem lies?
Behind etiquette lies the shadow of the entire court.
