When Clayton Xie learned the news, the alley not far from the door of the house had been cleaned up, as if nothing had happened. Dutingyi in Guanghuafang was also empty, as if King Yan had never been here. The minister talked more about how to close the case this morning and give an explanation to Qi Guo, rather than severely punishing the murderer and pursuing it to the end. It seemed that everyone couldn't wait to get this matter over with as soon as possible.
"When I was sick, he always came to see me. When he was sick, I didn't have time to visit him once." Clayton Xie's mood was a bit bleak.
The eldest princess, however, looked down upon her son's love for a son and daughter: "If he didn't leave as soon as possible, there might be many hardships waiting for him."
"What kind of ordeal?" Clayton Xie was stunned. He was assassinated, his imperial brother died, and he had to return home injured. This was already rock bottom, right?
The eldest princess suddenly smiled, with a hint of coolness. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched her silly son's head lovingly: "Do you understand what it means that there is no worst, only worse?"
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