At the same time, Bei Mo was at home, raging furiously. He slammed the table, causing the teacups on it to rattle, terrifying the servants standing nearby, who dared not even breathe heavily.
"They actually dare to kill my men!"
The men sent out had been missing for three hours, only to have their bodies dug up in the wilderness. Whoever dared kill his people was clearly provoking him! If he could bear this, what kind of man would he be?
"Mo'er, I think we should let it go. The Princess doesn't like you; you can't force things that can't be forced."
The speaker was Bei Mo's father, Bei Lang, about sixty years old, with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. He sat at the head position, playing with a translucent jade cup, speaking with a tone full of heartfelt advice.
