However, it wasn't for the Third Prince that they cried, but for themselves.
At the thought,
that father killed one of his own sons, who was the same kind as Ji Chengfeng;
while the other similar ones could foresee this result early on, yet he was late to realize it;
they were all born of the same father,
how could this be!
Ji Chengjue's eyelids lowered slightly,
and he said calmly;
"The sons of the Ji Family shed blood, not tears, they are accomplished."
A younger brother speaking to his elder in such a manner was quite disrespectful, but when Ji Chengjue spoke, it seemed normal, and Ji Chengfeng accepted it naturally.
He wiped his eyes,
forcibly calming his emotions.
Ji Chengjue bypassed Ji Chengfeng and walked onto the official path outside the palace gates.
Ji Chengfeng turned his head back in curiosity to look behind him.
There,
