Unlike now, with Prince Heng, those people he sent often had to beat him for more than an hour before they rendered him half-dead, and he had no idea where they came from.
"Who... who are you?"
He looked at them with a mouthful of blood, panting as he asked.
These were two unfamiliar faces he had never seen before, and he didn't know who they were.
They probably weren't sent by Prince Heng or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, because even if they sent someone, they wouldn't send a woman. So, did they come by themselves?
Then who could they be?
"Mu Zhefeng, my father asked me to properly take care of you." Lin Caisang looked gloomily at the man in front of her, who looked as if he were a seventy-year-old elder.
"Your father?"
Mu Zhefeng had no idea who she was talking about.
He didn't remember offending anyone when he was the imperial son-in-law, as he had always been kind-hearted.
