The White Tiger Duke considered himself an honorable gentleman. After his drunken indiscretion back then, he had even given Huo Yun'er a dagger to keep her from reading too much into it. It was a powerful Level Five Soul Tool, perfectly good for either selling or defending herself.
He had only wanted Huo Yun'er to forget that night. He had simply been drunk and made a mistake every man made.
At heart, he was a man who kept himself remarkably pure. As a duke who wielded real power, he had only ever married one principal wife and one secondary wife-just two women in total. Was there a better man anywhere under heaven?
Aside from neglecting his family and devoting all his attention to the Western Group Army, how had he ever let the White Tiger Duke's Mansion down?
Dai Hao believed his conscience was clear.
Yet just one day earlier, his most beloved wife had actually told him that Huo Yun'er had borne him a son. Moreover, Huo Yun'er had not died of illness-his wife had driven her to her death, then killed that lowborn bastard of an illegitimate son as well.
When the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, heard this news, it struck him like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. After all, this was a scandal of staggering proportions.
He did not care what Huo Yun'er thought, nor whether she lived or died. The only person he had ever cared about was himself.
Huo Yun'er should have aborted that illegitimate child from the very beginning. She should never have given birth to him. After all, for a dignified White Tiger Duke like him to sink so low as to have an illegitimate son-how could he hold his head up in the empire?
Then there was the fact