Xiang Minghou's heart took another blow. His voice was resolute. "But... I'm your son, too."
His voice was resolute, yet it held so much more—disappointment, a chilling sense of betrayal, and accusation...
'Why?'
He was her son, too.
"Father!"
Ye Qianning sprinted over, grabbed the Old Madam, and flung her away with a single arm.
The Old Madam flew in an arc and crashed to the ground, instantly spitting up blood.
"General."
Du Yi had no time to be shocked by the young miss's arm strength and quickly steadied the teetering Xiang Minghou.
"Father! Father, don't scare me." Tears streamed uncontrollably down Ye Qianning's face.
"Cough... Pangtuan, don't cry. Father's fine." Xiang Minghou clutched his abdomen with one hand and raised the other to wipe away her tears.
Ye Qianning couldn't stop her tears. "Father, don't talk. Let me see."
His abdomen was soaked in blood, which dripped onto the ground.
