Liu Pingzhi didn't want it to be so either.
But by the time he returned home, it was too late; his nephew had already taken action, and he had even sent the steward to offer condolences, only to be beaten and thrown out by someone with a club.
This grievance had no place in his heart yet.
Facing the torrent of abuse from the Crown Prince now, Liu Pingzhi could no longer hold back and burst into loud, uncontrollable weeping.
"Your subordinate is guilty, your subordinate has failed in discipline, deserving of death a thousand times over. My nephew has already been imprisoned, and his fate will be determined by Dali Temple. Your subordinate harbors no resentment, yet the Protector of my household was also killed by a mysterious man. By Dawei's legal standards, a life owes a life, and your humble servant implores Your Highness to thoroughly investigate the identity of that mysterious man!"
He sobbed and prostrated himself on the ground.
