"Yes, everyone was shocked by what happened. No one expected that after so many years riding across the battlefield, His Grace would end up capsizing in a gutter."
Lord Zhang shook his head and sighed. "His Grace died at the hands of his own flesh and blood."
"His own flesh and blood?" The Duchess and Dai Yueheng were utterly baffled.
"My lord, apart from us, what other close family did Father have?"
Dai Yueheng could not help asking.
"It was..." Lord Zhang hesitated before saying, "It was Huo Yuhao."
"According to the news from the military camp, Huo Yuhao requested a private audience with His Grace, and His Grace eventually agreed to see him.
No one expected Huo Yuhao to launch an attack, nor did anyone expect him to be capable of an attack that could threaten His Grace.
And that was how the tragedy happened."
"Huo Yuhao! It was actually that bastard, Huo Yuhao!"
The Duchess's expression twisted with malice.
At that moment, she looked like a demon.
"Yes, it was Huo Yuhao. What he did truly caught everyone off guard." Lord Zhang shook his head. "Duchess, these gifts behind me are the honors His Majesty has bestowed upon His Grace. Please do not let your grief overwhelm you."
"I don't want these rewards. I only want that vile spawn dead!" the Duchess demanded through gritted teeth. "Did His Majesty say when he would avenge my husband?"
"His Majesty has yet to find a suitable person to command the border army. Please be patient, Duchess. Once His Majesty makes a decision, you will certainly be informed."
With that, Lord Zhang turned and left.
The Duchess and Dai Yueheng remained where they were, silent for a long time.
"Mother, the wind is picking up. Let's go back inside."
Dai Yueheng