This separation lasted for more than a decade.
Chen Yuan couldn't accept this Zhou Tiance, feeling as if the Zhou Family blood in his veins had run dry and lost connection.
He walked slowly outward, the newly lit candles around him making his silvery-white hair glow dazzlingly, as if enveloped in a silver brilliance, making his figure appear lonely and cold.
Chen Ke silently watched him leave the ancestral hall, watched him cross the pond and exit the rear courtyard, his aged face couldn't help but fill with worry.
He didn't know if it was right to speak of the past at this time, but he was clear that he could no longer let the Old Marquis act recklessly.
Otherwise, not only Miss Wan Yi and Mr. Yuan, but even he, who had diligently served the Zhou Residence for over a decade, would see all his loyalties worn away.
