"Forget it, Auntie Feng," Song Jinyan finally spoke up. "Sometimes, living can be more painful than being dead."
Auntie Feng's anger was far from quelled, and she knew that the old general must be feeling uncomfortable at the moment. On one hand, his biological son, and his emotionless granddaughter. On the other, a deeply loved pseudo-granddaughter who grew up under his affection.
Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, and even if he didn't say it, Auntie Feng knew the old general's difficulty and partiality in his heart.
Partiality?
Why should that superficial bastard be favored?
Just because she was sweet-talking from a young age? So she deserves credit for great service?
Auntie Feng didn't agree, but she still heeded Song Jinyan's words and stepped aside.
The guards quickly dragged Song Zishan out.
