Lin Heng let out a helpless sigh.
"Sometimes, there's just nothing I can do about Master."
"This is my fault, and it's also the fault of every one of you. The ancestors did something so absurd, yet not a single one of you stood up to oppose it."
"Mother, you're from the Ten Directions Hall branch. You should at least step forward and say something."
"I have a feeling that when we confront the ancestors next, they'll definitely use my Master as a shield. Tell me, how am I supposed to deal with that?"
"Shouldn't I be angry?"
Lin Heng spoke bluntly.
Dugu Zixuan could hear the blame directed at her as well—he was blaming her for not speaking up to stop it.
But what her eldest son did not know was that the ancestors had carried this out in secret. They had never brought it into the open.
If the Female Emperor had not been shrewd enough to give Meng Xianyu a warning in advance, Little Li might already have become Dummy Number Two.
Then, with a sack slung over his shoulder, Lin Heng flashed away like lightning and returned to the Heavenly Origin Imperial Office's temporary camp within a few breaths.
Senior Sister Duan Shuyun, Zhao Wanqing, and the others had also arrived. The three women were gathered together, seemingly discussing something.
Lin Heng's appearance immediately drew everyone's attention. He casually tossed the sack from his shoulder to one side. Its opening came loose, and the petite figure inside rolled out on her own.
"Ah! Brother Heng, you lecher!"
Little Yueli was furious. Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation—who in the world stuffed someone into a sack and carried them around?
Duan Shuyun, Jiang Caiyan, and the others were all startled by the sight. Little