In the martial arts competition of Liangzhou, the number one genius of the LAN clan, LAN Lingyan, had killed the young master of the Bai clan, Bai Jiu.
To Bai wangu, this was the pain of losing his son. So, he had to make LAN Lingyan pay with his life.
At this moment, according to the Grand Elder LAN wushou's suggestion, LAN mengchen was to replace LAN Lingyan in order to appease Bai wangu's hatred.
Wasn't this the same as asking LAN Mengcheng to die?
"City Lord? Elders? You ... Why aren't you guys saying anything?"
LAN Mengcheng's pupils shrank, and her heart clenched. She looked helplessly at the crowd, but no one said a word.
Obviously, this was a silent agreement!
Everyone agreed with LAN wushou's suggestion.
"Young master, since you're sitting on the throne, you should bear the responsibility on your shoulders!" LAN wushou said coldly.
"Responsibility? What responsibility?" LAN Mengcheng was dumbfounded.
