"Wei Qin, what are you doing? Go and save your brother already." Tang Qian shouted louder, her voice filled with anger and blame, "Your brother is about to die, can't you say something? Are you mute?"
After her scolding, she looked at Jiang Yang angrily, remembering the words Wei An had said, her rage intensified.
"Do you really want to become Jiang Nanfei's uncle so badly that you'd even want your own brother dead?"
Wei Qin remained silent, merely closing his eyes wearily.
Zuo Xinyao felt like he might as well snap Wei An's neck for good, given how this problematic child, not yet an adult, said and did things even more viciously than adults. The more he watched, the more he disliked him, and what he hated most was how biased Tang Qian's heart had become.
The eldest son, frail in health but exceptionally capable, was held in high esteem by everyone at the military department and the academy, yet his own mother treated him so poorly.
