Zhao Hanzhang was still in her usual attire, smiling as she walked over, but her gaze swept across his face before moving to the other side.
Li Yue stiffly turned his neck to follow her gaze and saw his father stumbling forward with support.
The remaining color in his face finally faded away, replaced by resentment and indignation in his eyes.
It was all because of Father, all because of him!
Clearly, all of this should have been his, why, why give it to Li Ban, why give it to Zhao Hanzhang?
Seeing his son and former good friends pressed to the ground, Li Xiong restrained his complex emotions and respectfully knelt before Zhao Hanzhang, bowing his head, "I am incompetent and lack virtue; unable to restrain my subjects above, and unable to educate my descendants below. I am truly guilty, please, Your Majesty, pass judgment!"
