In front of the council hall.
The Beicang King stood there, silent for a long time. The volcanic feeling he had of wanting to explode towards Jiang Ning gradually subsided, finally transforming into an exceedingly bitter smile.
"Thank you, Prince! Thank you for letting me know the truth, for letting me know whose hands truly claimed my son."
Looking at Jiang Ning, a hint of shame appeared in the Beicang King's eyes.
Jiang Ning shook his head lightly: "You actually knew already, didn't you?"
Hearing this, the Beicang King remained silent for a moment before slowly nodding.
"What the Prince said is correct, I actually had already guessed! I just didn't dare be absolutely sure! Now, however, I am indeed sure!"
"Aren't you worried that I'm deceiving you?" Jiang Ning asked.
