Chu Wanqiu cried.
Cried uncontrollably, heartbroken to the extreme.
It felt like love was gone!
Looking at his heartbroken and tearful grandfather, Chu Wuya opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say "my condolences."
He was actually a victim too.
The two silently turned and left.
It's impossible to catch someone in the act.
"Why cling to one blossom when there's flora everywhere?"
Chu Feiyu's figure appeared, looking at the heartbroken and tearful Chu Wanqiu, and scolded:
"A man doesn't cry easily; isn't it just a woman? Haven't you had enough women?"
"The ancestor's lesson is right!"
Chu Wanqiu wiped his tears and suddenly saw a figure of enchanting grace, hurriedly pointing at Dongfang Wan'Er:
"Thank you, ancestor. Is the ancestress going to seek justice for the unworthy descendants?"
"???"
Chu Feiyu looked up and saw Dongfang Wan'Er hurrying towards Huaqing Palace.
His face darkened.
Seek justice?
Seek justice my ass!
