He vented all his anger on Yan Qingyun, even if it was not his fault.
When he was so angry that he lost control, he even reached out and pinched Yan Qingyun a few times.
Yan Qingyun's eyes widened. He had never expected that Yan Zhiyuan would be so presumptuous without any humanity. He even dared to hurt his own father. Did he know what he was doing? Did he know the consequences of doing this?
No matter what, he was still a second-ranked minister. With his death, many people would come to pay their respects. Even if there were only a few friends and enemies, as long as someone saw that something was wrong, the coroner would come to perform an autopsy. Under the autopsy, nothing could be hidden.
His friends would not watch him die so suddenly.
It was even more so for his enemies. His enemies couldn't wait to blow up the matter and not allow him to die in peace. No matter who did this, the outcome wouldn't be good.
