That night, as darkness fell.
Zhi'er once again dreamt of the shrine from her pleasant dream.
However, this time, the surroundings seemed different, unlike before.
Nonetheless, the person kneeling before the shrine was the same.
She blinked her big eyes, watching the person murmuring something.
"Dear ancestors, dear immortals, it turns out as you previously warned, Marquis Wan might not be the real murderer of the young lad."
Upon hearing Feng Fuce's name, Zhi'er immediately perked up her ears.
She blinked her big eyes and looked intently.
Duke Ping opened his eyes, tearfully and sincerely.
"I just ask you to reveal once more, tell me if the murderer is an outsider or a family member!"
A shadow flickered in his eyes.
This was a question that Duke Ping was unwilling to face, yet had to ponder.
Today, Feng Fuce's words had awakened him.
His youngest son was the only legitimate heir.
