"While you were caring for and doting on these siblings, your youngest son, An Bingchang, might be suffering the torments of hell."
Duke Ping hurriedly said, "Marquis Wan, please stop talking!"
Lady An was hit hard, thinking about how she had just pleaded for An Shiyu.
A dull pain struck her chest.
"Chang'er! My dear Chang'er!" Lady An cried out.
Immediately after, overwhelmed by the shock, she fainted.
"Madam!" Duke Ping quickly picked her up.
Feng Fuce calmly looked at Lei Hu: "Take them to the back chamber and summon the Imperial Physician."
"Yes!"
With Lady An unconscious, Duke Ping naturally had no time to deal with An Shiyu.
So, under Feng Fuce's orders, An Shiyu was thrown into the death row and three days later was to be executed by strangulation.
"This matter has already been reported to the Emperor, and he has given me full authority to handle it. An Shiyu, go to hell and repay what you owe."
