"Who is it? Who exactly is that person?"
Although my father was often described as weak-willed, he was no political novice; on the contrary, he was quite astute politically. Many people were loyal to him, otherwise, we would not have had so many loyalists during our exile.
Yet, my father still failed, not only did he fail, he couldn't even save his own life.
I had long suspected that there was more than one traitor.
"Is it Lance? Is it him? As my fiancé, Lance had access to many core secrets that others could not touch. He could move unrestrained in both the Red Maple Golden Dew Palace and Danfeng Bailu Palace, enjoying many privileges."
The name Lance, spoken by Lin Fu, made Fu Xing involuntarily frown, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"It's not him." Although he was displeased with Lance, Fu Xing would not deign to lie about this kind of matter, "It's someone else."
