"Why are you so stubborn?"
His old friend still wanted to steer the conversation back, but then he remembered that Cui Xiao had just suffered the pain of losing his wife. At a time like this, whatever he said would be hard for Cui Xiao to take in, so he swallowed his words. They had known each other for so many years. Though he didn't know what the relationship between Cui Xiao and his late wife had been like, he knew his friend wasn't the sort to seek death by following her in suicide or to disregard the bigger picture. Even for the sake of his lord's ambition to rule the realm, he would hold on to the very end.
"Your former son-in-law has powerful connections. Watch out for a surprise attack on the camp."
"A surprise attack? They'd have to be hoping to carry out a corpse."
His old friend inwardly hissed.
Having a father-in-law like this was surely a sin from a past life.
Before even meeting Cui Zhi, the old father-in-law had already formed a poor impression of him. No matter how you looked at it, divorcing an ordinary woman who had borne him two sons and a daughter, then leaving her to wander alone, wasn't the behavior of a decent man. Cui Zhi suspected he was joking.
He asked bluntly, "Are you talking about yourself, Father-in-law?"
Cui Xiao said, "I never claimed to be a paragon of devotion."
No matter how anxious Cui Zhi was, he knew it would be difficult to escape. He could only quietly play the prisoner and wait for an opportunity. He had barely warmed his seat on the mat when he heard his old father-in-law cough several times. Bright spots of blood stained the frayed edge of a yellowed handkerchief.
Cui