Zhao Ying was startled when he heard this, then frowned and asked, "Cousin, are you sure it was your uncle who did it?"
"If it's not him, then who is it?!"
Zhao Ying disagreed slightly. "I know you hate him deeply, but you have no evidence after all. If you rashly seek revenge, if you are right and die together, it would be worth it. But if you are wrong and miss the real culprit, wouldn't you lose more than you deserve..."
"Let's take a step back... even if you want revenge, you don't necessarily have to stab someone with a gun, poison them, or frame them... Cousin, you've been in the military for so long that you've forgotten that even those civil officials can take someone's life with a pen..."
Zhao Ying took Wei Fu's clenched fist, the veins on it were exposed and the blood color had faded. She gently pried his hand open, her voice extremely gentle.
"If A Yuan was murdered, his death would not be in vain, and you must not act on impulse."
"I have already lost a brother, I can't lose you as a brother."
Wei Fu only felt a gentle hand smoothing out the thorns in his heart.
All the tension in his body suddenly disappeared.
The mood calmed down.
Yes, he did not see Wei Ju kill Wei Yuan, but his past experience made him have a preconceived notion. If it was not Wei Ju, then who else could it be, and what was his purpose?
The dark clouds passed, but the doubt weighed on his mind again.
But this time, he won't be impulsive.
He also has a younger sister.
He wanted to protect his younger sister and her five children.
Wei Fu nodded heavily at Zhao Ying and promised, "I will investigate thoroughly and won't act on impulse again."
Zhao Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
The two returned to the mourning hall.
Zhao Ying greeted Wei Ju without changing his expression. Wei Ju's old face turned pale, and he looked as heartbroken as if his son had died. Zhao Ying couldn't help but admire his acting skills.
After saying a few words, Zhao Ying said goodbye.
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