Madam Guo glanced at Guo Jingzhi, then at her son with a stern expression, and quietly closed her mouth.
After all, she was just a woman, skilled only in the arts of the inner chambers.
Matters of the previous court, Guo Jingzhi would not discuss with her.
Faced with the current situation, she only felt that the Guo Family was about to fall, unable to accept this fact, she naturally thought of pinning the blame on Guo Chun.
When people encounter difficulties, dead ends, and setbacks, most do not reflect on themselves. Rather, they immediately find someone to blame, as if doing so could change the situation.
But in fact, apart from feeling somewhat better, it would have no impact on the situation.
Guo Jingzhi was speechless.
Clearly, the courtyard was lit by lamps; on New Year's Eve, the lights of every household were to stay on all night.
Yet he felt that there was darkness ahead.
Fortunately, he was supported by Guo Qian's strong hand under his arm.
