This was all thanks to Ning Caichen. She would not have been able to trip Wang Siqing without his help.
"What trick did you use on Father?"
Wang Siqing's mind was in a mess. She went forward and grabbed Wang Zisheng's collar. She gritted her teeth. "Wang Zisheng, you can do whatever you want to yourself, but don't touch my father!"
Her memories started to fade.
The young Wang Zisheng had once grabbed her father's collar like this to protect her mother.
Wang Zisheng's father had pinched Wang Zisheng. "Then die for her!"
"No! Don't!"
Wang Zisheng's weak mother screamed for the first time. She hugged her husband's leg and grabbed the sword in her husband's hand and stabbed it into her chest.
Blood splattered all over her entire body. She closed her eyes and died.