A Warrior Can Be Killed But Not Humiliated

"I don't think it'll be so bad. Even if we've offended the princess, she's not Jiaqi's superior or an official. She couldn't harm others. This matter will have to go through the Emperor. It depends on what our Emperor decides to do."

Old Mistress Wang wiped away a tear, "If something happens to them, I won't go anywhere. I'll stay home to take care of this family and the children."

"Why are you crying? The situation isn't clear yet."

"It's probably going to end badly."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes."

As the elderly couple worried, Yuan Jiaqi arranged everything for Chuan'er. With his sharp, wise eyes, Chuan'er looked mature beyond his years.

"Father, have you finally made it out? Will Mother allow you to sleep in her room?"

Yuan Jiaqi patted Chuan'er's little head and said, "You'll sleep with your brother tonight, but don't sleep like a log. Keep your senses sharp."