The Duke Ping waited for quite a while, his expression turning from solemn to gradually shocked.
He hadn't expected that the ancestors would say Feng Fuce wasn't an enemy!
Yet, his youngest son had lost his life in a duel with Feng Fuce years ago.
Could there be another layer of injustice here?
The Duke Ping slowly stood up, speaking solemnly: "Rest assured, ancestors, I, An Chengze, am forthright in character."
"If I find out that Marquis Wan is not an enemy of our An family, then all past grievances shall be written off!"
"But, if he truly is the one who killed my son, then I shall never share the same sky with him!"
"I will not wrong any innocent person, nor will I spare a guilty enemy!"
After speaking, the Duke Ping bowed to the ancestors' plaques before turning to leave.
During this time, Bai Zhi'er remained obediently huddled in the highest corner.
The door closed, and the little one blinked her long eyelashes in bewilderment.
