Han Qiaone's expression froze as he watched the bonding ceremony unfold before his eyes.
If he could have stopped it, he would have.
If he could have torn that silver thread apart, he would have done so without hesitation. He would have dragged that female out of the hall and thrown her far away, somewhere she could never return from.
His fingers curled tightly into fists beneath his sleeves.
Moments ago… just moments ago… his long-awaited son had returned.
His true heir.
His eldest child.
The one who had left the estate for years and finally come back.
The son he was most proud of.
For a brief moment, Han Qiaone had felt complete again. Whole. Like the heavens had finally returned what they owed him.
But that happiness did not last. Not even for a breath.
Because the moment his two sons stood face-to-face, everything shattered.
They fought with each other. They fought with killing intent.
His younger son had nearly died.
