Thank you.

General Yao, seeing that she looked like a demon, didn't believe she hadn't stolen his son, so he asked sternly, "Where is my son?"

"Last night, my son was with the young princess, so why was she alone?"

"Did you hide him...?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! This bed is so hard..."

Yao Qianshu, who was behind him, got up from the ground, pounded his aching bones, and began to berate him without even opening his eyes.

General Yao was interrupted by the voice before he could finish speaking, and everyone else looked in the direction of the sound.

General Yao turned his head and saw that his son was sleeping at the corner outside the house, which made him furious.

What a terrible son! He almost used a knife, but this unfilial son was still fast asleep!

General Yao rolled up his sleeves and walked heavily toward Yao Qianshu, imagining how to beat him to vent his anger with each step.

He's so angry!

He took the little princess out to play secretly, but the little princess ended up in the hands of strangers.

If the Regent were to blame us, what would happen?

He accidentally ended up being buried alive with his companion; how was he going to explain that to his wife?

"The traitor——"

Yao Qianshu was rubbing his eyes, preparing to open them to find Xiao Wanwan, when a single word, "rebellious son," nearly killed him.

My goodness, that sound is like thunder.

"Oh, Father, what's wrong? Is there a fire?"

He scrambled to his feet and looked around, gazing back and forth for a long time. He saw a group of people standing not far away, all staring straight at him.

What's wrong?

What did he do wrong?

"Fire? You're asking for a beating!!"

He raised his sword and swung it at Yao Qianshu, watching the incredibly sharp blade slash down at him.

Yao Qianshu was so frightened that he ran away as fast as he could.

"Help! My dad's going to kill someone! Someone's going to die!"