Supported by Shamohan, Tuoba Liwei walked out of the imperial palace.
Things seemed to have unfolded somewhat differently from what he had imagined.
When the emperor left so readily, without even exchanging more than a few words with him, Liwei suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss.
All these years, he had regarded Great Wei as his greatest enemy, and all his thoughts had revolved around how to deal with this powerful foe.
He had often tried to understand Cao Mao's thoughts and intentions, pondering ways to break the deadlock.
Yet now, Cao Mao had scarcely spared him a second glance.
In Cao Mao's eyes, he did not even qualify as a formidable enemy. He was merely one among his party of guests, perhaps even the lowest-ranking one.
Looking at his father's troubled face, Shamohan let out a long sigh.
He understood his father's thoughts all too well.
"Father, come home with me first. I have much to tell you."
Shamohan helped his elderly father into the carriage, and they left the imperial palace with great ease. Liwei looked around and found that no one even stopped them, nor did any armored guards follow them.
Liwei pressed his lips together. Even at his age, he felt a sense of humiliation.
They were just letting me go like this??
Did they not even consider me worth anything??
They returned together to Shamohan's residence, where Shamohan smiled as he showed his elderly father around.
Yet there was not a trace of a smile on Liwei's face.
Once the two entered the study, Liwei's face flushed red. He asked, "Has my son perhaps changed his surname to Cao and taken Cao Mao as his father?"
Shamohan's expression changed in alarm, and he hurriedly bowed to him, begging forgiveness.
"If I have done anything