Feng Fuce could only agree to Bai Zhi'er's decision.
The carriage returned to the Xiuluo Guard.
As expected, Duke Ping was already waiting in the courtyard.
As a father, his face was heavy.
An Shiyu, bound beside him, was crying and pleading incessantly.
"Father! You have only me as your son now, how can you be so cruel, handing me over to Marquis Wan? I won't have a way to survive!"
Duke Ping closed his eyes and turned his back.
His tone was severe: "You should have thought of this day when you acted maliciously and killed your own brother!"
An Shiyu was stunned, his red eyes filled with incomprehensible hatred.
"Is my brother the only one who's your son? Am I not? Now, you want my life for a child who's already dead!"
Duke Ping did not expect that even now, he had no hint of remorse.
He angrily waved his sleeve, pointing straight at An Shiyu: "Such lack of repentance, truly death is not too much!"
