Cui Xichen had left, and Yan Xiangma had left as well.
To protect the lives of his entire family, Cui Xichen had first raised the butcher's blade and slaughtered the Song Clan, heedless of offending the world's scholars and the people of the Xifeng Empire, thereby sullying his own reputation. Then he had appeared before the mastermind, Lu Xingkong, and destroyed all his cultivation without hesitation, turning himself into a dying old man who could barely stand and had no strength to truss a chicken.
A woman might be weak by nature, but motherhood made her strong.
A father's love was like a mountain—towering, majestic, and vast.
Parents were like a mother hen shielding her chicks. To keep the eagles in the sky from devouring their children, they would rather offer themselves to the eagles.
Lu Xingkong sat calmly where he was, silent for a long, long time.
Clang!
The wooden door of the small courtyard was violently thrown open. Xifeng Prince Hui stormed in with a group of servants and shouted furiously, "How could you let that old bastard leave? That old bastard was an accomplice of the Song Clan, as well as a rebel who plotted to usurp the throne. If he hadn't supported the Song Clan all these years, how could my Chu Clan have been driven to such straits?"
"His Majesty." Lu Xingkong sat upright on the stone chair and said softly, "Song Gudú is dead, but the Song Clan has long enjoyed prestige among the people. The people of Xifeng regard them as the pillars of the state, while Cui Xichen, the paragon of scholars, was willing to destroy his own reputation and take the initiative to do this dirty, exhausting work for His Majesty. That is a great merit. Otherwise, who else could have