Yao Jun opened his eyes, and his gaze fell sharply onto Yao Lin.
"My good son, over the years you have hidden too many things from me. If it weren't for my serious illness, having reached a state where I could not speak or was even unconscious, I fear you would not have confessed so many matters to me."
With a look of grief in his eyes, he said resentfully, "The son I was most proud of was actually murdered by him! To prevent others from usurping his position as Family Head, he even resorted to fratricide. If only the eldest son was not so cowardly, and his wife so inept, it would have been impossible for him to let the eldest survive, but the eldest had a good daughter. Moreover, after I had passed on the power of the Family Head to Qingqing, he once again initiated an attempt on her life! Perhaps if Qingqing was not a girl, she wouldn't have been able to live this many years."
It was precisely because she was a woman, and Yao Lin thought her harmless, that he spared her life…
