Qian Fu still shook his head. "Third Prince, it's not that I don't trust you. I just don't want to get you involved. This is a matter concerning our own child. If the Emperor won't give us justice, we will get it ourselves, even if we have to fight to the death and take them down with us."
"I've had no children my whole life—only this one disciple," Dean Chen said, his eyes bloodshot, his stance one of grim determination. "She died a horrible death, and now they're dragging her name through the mud. As her master, I am bound to clear her name and make those who harmed her pay the price."
Sang Yan was at a loss for words. 'What in the world has bewitched Father?'
'Ye Qianning has her hands in many things, but even taking Eighth Brother out of the palace isn't a capital offense. Why is he being so draconian about this?'
"Let's go. Back to the Capital City," Qian Fu said to Zhan Yi.
