The Dowager Duchess sighed. She understood her son well.
As the Lu Family Army commander, he was a brave and mighty warrior who had conquered countless battlefields. He was not the type of man who only knew how to rely on brute force.
However, when the matter involved his daughter Weiwei, he can barely retain his composure.
Everyone praised Lu Hetian for his wisdom and strategic thinking, but they did not know that he was putty in the hands of his daughter and her mother. Whenever one of them was involved, all his rational thinking would go out the window…
"Why are you so anxious? Do you think that I want Weiwei to marry into the palace? But some things should never be said, so no matter how angry you are, you have to control yourself," the Dowager Duchess said in a very stern voice.
Lu Hetian clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
