She once thought that Uncle's heart was too cold and even doubted that Uncle's feelings for her were too light.
But at this moment, she finally understood what Uncle was truly after.
Money was enough for him; he was really just seeking revenge, the revenge for his father's murder!
Clutching the old man's hand more tightly, she nervously asked, "Then who exactly did it?"
The old man gently shook his head, "I don't know. I investigated it later as well. But the clues were already broken, and there's nothing to be found."
"But didn't everyone say that Sir Mu was heavily injured on the battlefield? Grandpa just said..."
Baili Xia was a little confused, "Could it be that Sir Mu didn't die in that battle, and something else happened afterward?"
And Uncle knew nothing, just believed that Grandpa killed Sir Mu back then and took everything from him?
The old man looked at her with a complicated gaze, "Child, the father I referred to for Jiu... is not Mu Zhentian."
