"This fool! He has doomed the He Family!" He Cheng's father collapsed to the ground, despair glistening in his eyes.
If Mu Xiong is angered, there's perhaps still a glimmer of hope.
But if the Royal Family is enraged,
in order to avoid rumors, to avoid entanglements, what couldn't His Majesty the Emperor steel himself to do?
Having served as an official for a lifetime, He Cheng's father knew very well the temperament of Qin Cang. Whether the matter had anything to do with Prince Rui was no longer important.
What matters is that the Royal Family cannot tear faces with Mu Xiong at this moment.
To maintain this semblance of harmony, his He Family could only be sacrificed as a pawn. But whom could he blame? He could only blame himself for not holding back and should have shot this abominable fool, He Cheng, onto the wall to prevent him from ruining the family.
With Mu Qingge's guiding words, the issue seemed to morph into questioning who was the mastermind.
