Fan Yuhuai bowed humbly: "Fan Yuhuai begs the Princess of Zhen... for the sake of our past comradeship on the battlefield! Please spare my wife and children!"
The surrounding flames devoured the grasses and trees, and the air was filled with the crackling and popping of fire. The flames highlighted Fan Yuhuai's features, making them glow a fiery red. He had never knelt with such piety before anyone, only hoping that Bai Qingyan could spare his wife and children.
Rebellion or murder, it was all done by him, and had nothing to do with his wife and children.
Before Bai Qingyan could reply, a hysterical and mournful voice shouted from below the stairs: "Father..."
Upon hearing the voice, Fan Yuhuai, who was holding the blade, suddenly turned his head. He saw beneath the high steps, dressed in wrinkled clothes, with a dirty face and hair like a bird's nest full of straw, was Fan Yugan, shouting at him.
"A-Gan..." Fan Yuhuai's heart leapt into his throat.
