Yan Peizhi sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, his breathing gradually calming down, and his anger slightly subsided.
He rubbed his fingers against his brow, feeling a faint swelling in his head.
Even though he said that, he couldn't really just ignore it.
After all, he had only one son, and if he were thrown into the Imperial Prison, he feared his family would be cut off... Moreover, with this rebel son's frail nature, if he spoke carelessly, it might implicate the entire Yan Family!
"I've targeted Chen Mo so much on the court, he will definitely not let it go easily."
"This whole matter started because of the Princely Heir. To extricate ourselves, we need to shift the focal point of the conflict... But the problem is, since the incident that day, there hasn't been any movement from Prince Yu Mansion, which is really a bit strange."
"Could it be that His Majesty wants to use Chen Mo to eliminate Prince Yu as a hidden danger before the Crown Prince ascends the throne?"
