"The family that lost a daughter is making a huge fuss, while the one that lost a son is pretending to be dead..." Qian Yong stuffed one skewer of lamb into his mouth with his left hand and another with his right, eating until grease ran down his chin. Every so often, he got scalded and had to breathe in and out repeatedly to cool himself down. "What a bunch of spineless cowards."
Wei Shou brushed oil over the lamb skewers and sprinkled them with seasoning.
He handed the skewers he had grilled most carefully to his wife, Jin Rui.
"It's not as if this only started today. That was Wu Zhaode we're talking about. How could ordinary people understand that bizarre mind of his?"
Wei Shou casually grumbled a few words.
The royal court was full of fierce generals, most of whom had their own social circles. Wu Xian was the most unusual among them. It wasn't because Wu Xian had once been defeated by Shen Tang, but because his strange, twisted personality made most of the straightforward military commanders dislike him.
After this incident, they liked him even less.
When an ordinary person lost a son, he would at least cry a few tears.
But Wu Xian?
That man's reaction was jaw-dropping.
Granted, his son had brought it upon himself. But after carefully sorting through the facts, it was true that the daughter-in-law of Wu Xian's son had beaten the maid to death. Wu Xian's son had not killed anyone; he had only forced himself on a maid in the household. If he had privately offered a large sum of money and properly negotiated with the victim's family to obtain a written pardon, he would actually have received a lighter sentence. He certainly wouldn't have been executed. If