"Father, do you mean... he will commit suicide?"
Xu Yuan frowned.
Xu Yinhè's voice was even-tempered, his conviction stemming from past witness:
"Yes."
Xu Yuan hesitated slightly before asking:
"But I have already promised him that I would ask you to spare him."
Intelligent men are not fearless of death. With his promise, why would he still seek death?
Xu Yinhè didn't follow Xu Yuan's words, but instead posed a sudden question:
"Thirty years ago, Lou Ji sowed the seeds of spring on behalf of Father throughout the land. Most of these seeds have perished, Bai Zhao is one of the fruits that ripened. I indeed agree with what you've just said—many people reach their limits because of the platforms they are on, not their own limitations. Perhaps Bai Zhao is such a person.
"But Father wants to ask you a question."
"Please ask."
"Who is Father?"
"..."
Silence.
The abrupt question caught Xu Yuan off guard, making him subconsciously glance at Xu Xinyao beside him.
