Yan Fei's lips moved, his throat somewhat bitter.
To him, Xia Weibao was different; not only was she his cousin, she was also a woman he once had feelings for.
Facing such accusations from her, his heart felt as if it was being twisted and torn.
"If you had ever seen all your loved ones die tragically in front of you, you'd understand how precious the remaining family ties are."
He was ten that year, just an ordinary child in the family.
Yet he witnessed that bloodbath.
Dozens from the Yan Family, murdered one by one, both openly and in the shadows.
He and his young sister survived, time and again, narrowly escaping death.
The uncles escorting them sacrificed themselves one by one to save them.
"Xiao Fei, protect your sister, don't let the Yan Family line end, avenge us..."
These were his uncle's last words, and he remembered them to this day!
At that time, the Yan Family head was the mayor, a prominent family even in the imperial city.
