In the dark and cold night, a person appeared in the prime minister's house like a ghost.
"Why don't you admit that you are a spy sent by Borneo?"
To Yu'er, who was kneeling in front of him and prostrated himself, he advised: "This way! My father will absolve you of your sins. Even if your daughter Yuan Fenhui is from the Borneo country, it will not affect her current status. You should know
This is the special treatment given to you by your talent. You must cherish it, otherwise, will you drag your daughter into hell with you?"
"It's just because I don't want Fenhui to suffer, and I don't want her to suffer hardships with me, that's why I forget my ancestors and defect to the country of Hebei." His voice seemed older because of trembling and guilt, and he was still infinitely tired.
"Prince! The assassination in the royal city really has nothing to do with me! However, I will not say anything nonsense in front of the king and ministers just to clear up my guilt! Please forgive me! I cannot destroy the people of Borneo."
"Are you worried that as long as you recognize your identity, the country of Ji will attack the country of Borneo?"
"That's what the old king means!" He was sure, so he didn't dare to take risks.
"There is no trace of the assassin anywhere in the country. Are you aware?"
"Does the prince still doubt the old minister?"
"Because of your identity, people really have to doubt it."
"Old minister... I have nothing to say."
"Why didn't you accept Fenhui's letter?"
"Lao Chen...has already planned to sever the father-daughter relationship with Fen Hui!"
"Do you think this won't hurt her?"
"Please ask the prince to take care of Fenhui on behalf of the old minister. The old minister will be very grateful."
"Tell me! Have Fenhui... and King Anle ever interacted?"
Yu'er raised his head and said, "Why does the prince ask this? Could it be that Fenhui..."