“Mother, please calm down. Don’t let your anger damage your health.” Su Boning looked at his mother in concern.

You Qingzhi’s eyes were hollow, as if she’d lost her soul. The shock had left her utterly dispirited.

“Earlier, for the sake of disposing of Su Yi, the little beast, I requested aid from the family. Your cousin, You Xinglin, and Li Changning were the first to come to my aid. The result? Both fell prey to that little beast.”

You Qingzhi muttered, “Now, he’s killed even your second uncle. How can I not blame myself? Going forward, how am I to face my clansmen?”

Her tone was bitter and downcast, and her voice was hoarse.

When he learned what had happened on Nine Millet Mountain, Su Boning’s heart filled with alarm and indignation too, but he now had no choice but to suppress it and focus on comforting his mother.

“Mother, the heavens haven’t fallen. Don’t forget that we still have Father! There’s no way he’ll let that bastard Su Yi off!” Su Boning gnashed his teeth.

“Your father…” You Qingzhi’s hollow gaze shifted slightly. She was instantly energized, like a drowning woman grasping at straws. “That’s right! Your father is still here....