Zhang Jing'an's room had originally belonged to Zhang Longxiang's wife.
Most of the Zhang Estate was dilapidated, but aside from looking slightly old, this room was spotless throughout and preserved just as it had been all those years ago, as though it stood apart from the Pearl River Marquis Residence.
Fang Yun stood before the dressing table, while little Jing'an stood by the bed, unease showing in his bright, perceptive eyes.
"Ten years ago, the King of Chu had me arrested. I was imprisoned until now and could never see any of you. I bear responsibility for the deaths of your mother and Uncle Hua, and of everyone, I am most at fault for the suffering you have endured these past years. As your father, I apologize to you."
Zhang Jing'an immediately lost his composure. His face flushed, and he felt both agitated and nervous. He had never imagined his father would say such things to him and had no idea how to respond. Though he hated Zhang Longxiang, he had merely needed someone to direct his hatred toward. Deep down, he understood that Zhang Longxiang had been unluckier than many others in this whole affair.
After a long while, Fang Yun said slowly, "This whole affair is exceedingly strange. I will get to the bottom of it! Unfortunately, I spent ten years in prison, cut off from all news, and have no leads whatsoever. Uncle Hua must have told you many things. Tell me each of them."
Zhang Jing'an looked up at Fang Yun and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Grandpa Hua was actually very tight-lipped. In the earlier years, he only told me things you all already knew, like how Grandfather passed the Metropolitan Graduate examination, how he became a Hanlin Academician, how he fought the demon