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 crime 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.
