He, the heir apparent, is not going to live long, so of course Aunt Chang can refrain from fighting and grabbing, and of course the eldest brother can be tolerant.

"Your vascular inflammation is precisely caused by the damage that the Rakshasa planted in your body."

Xiao Qingyin said to Ning Shi.

"You must have worked very hard these past few years, right?"

Ning was filled with grief and indignation.

It turns out she'd been playing the fool for all these years.

He worked tirelessly day and night, managing all matters large and small, believing he had created a harmonious and happy Anguo Duke's mansion where elders were filial, younger brothers were loving, and fraternal relationships were respectful.

Little did they know that they were just an old ox, toiling their whole lives, and even in death they would be drained of their blood and flesh, their bones sucked and their marrow drained, and their skin peeled off to make drums.

This dog that bites, it really doesn't bark!

If it weren't for Qingyin, the mother and son probably wouldn't even know how they died when they reached the afterlife.

After the intense emotions subsided, Ning remembered something and suddenly looked up at Xiao Qingyin.

"Qingyin, can Yan'er recover?"

"At most, he can recover to the state of a normal person, but it is impossible for him to wield weapons and go to the battlefield."

The light in Ning's eyes shattered.

"That's true, I was just dreaming. It would be great if I could be like ordinary people."

She murmured to herself, as if comforting herself, or perhaps comforting her son.

Wei Yan clenched his fists tightly.

He could have rightfully inherited the title, achieved great deeds, and secured a position for his wife and children.

Now, however, he can only eke out a living, accomplishing nothing.

How could this possibly be okay?

He punched the wall.

"I must take back what is rightfully mine!"