Beside them, a young girl wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, pretending to wipe away invisible tears, and persuaded the hesitant middle-aged man.
"Even though we have pinned all the evidence of the cri on Uncle, the Emperor is no fool. He will surely suspect that we are behind it. If we don’t leave, even without evidence, the Emperor won’t spare us.
Only if we leave will the Emperor turn a blind eye and let us go."
"This..."
The middle-aged man was still hesitant.
He wasn’t concerned about his older brother, but he couldn’t bear to part with the family business he had worked so hard to build up to this point over many years. Now, he faced giving it all up.
How could he bear it? How could he not hesitate?
"Hui’er, are you sure all the evidence is ready? Are we not related to it at all?" He looked at his son and asked.
"I’m sure. It’s all set up. If the Emperor investigates, he will certainly find Uncle and not us." The young man nodded, a quite smug look in his eyes.
He had handled this matter cautiously, and Uncle’s side would not notice imdiately.
By the ti they did notice, it would be too late. Although the Emperor might not necessarily take Uncle’s family’s lives, they wouldn’t have a good ti either.
If things were bad for us, Uncle’s family shouldn’t think they’ll enjoy themselves either.
"Father, if we leave now and return once the storm has passed, there’s still a chance to rise again." He promised his father.
A temporary setback was nothing. In the future, he was sure he would achieve great things.
"Hui’er, you..."
"Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance."
Lord Fu was about to speak when he heard a cold voice echoing in their ears, startling him. As he turned back, he shouted sternly.
"Who dares to intrude in the Fu Residence? Co, quick... uh!"
When he saw who it was, he swallowed back all his words.
"Prince Zhan... Prince Zhan."
His eyes were full of guilt, involuntarily taking a step back.
When did Prince Zhan arrive? Did he hear the conversation just now with his children?
"Lord Fu, how impressive, you can even forge evidence at will?" Qian Jiyun had no ti to play gas with them and said coldly.
"Uh!"
Lord Fu choked, taking another step back.
He had accounted for everything and had his son prepare all the evidence, but he hadn’t anticipated that Qian Jiyun would appear in his residence at this mont.
What should he do now?
"Prince Zhan, what are you saying? I don’t understand. What evidence? I don’t know what you’re talking about."
The only plan now was to deny everything. As long as he didn’t admit to it, what could Prince Zhan do? After all, he was Fu Ming’s uncle, and Qian Jiyun wouldn’t dare act against him directly.
Upon seeing Prince Zhan co personally, the daughter of the Fu Family’s eyes sparkled. Although she wished to befriend him, she knew this wasn’t the ti, so her gaze dimd.
However, she still needed to explain. So, relying on her beauty, she lightly coughed, hoping to explain things well to Qian Jiyun.
"Prince Zhan, you misunderstand. Father and Brother were discussing... ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was swept away by Qian Jiyun’s aura and directly thrown out. With a ’crack,’ she crashed into a chair, shattering it completely.
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