Chu Yan looked at him with a livid expression and said, "If you want to harm your descendants, the Regional King's Mansion will be stripped of its nobility and everyone will be exiled. Continue eating. I'll see how you can face your ancestors!"
Duke Fu lowered his head. After a while, he looked up at Chu Yan. "Take it further away. I crave it when I smell it."
Chu Yan looked at Duke Fu. "Father, what do you think we should do with this? There's still a dead person in the house on Osmanthus Street. Also, we have to think of a way to deal with the woman you married and the Prince Consort."
Duke Fu thought for a long time and felt that his mind was filled with paste. He did not have the ability to think at all. He waved his hand and said, "In short, the fewer people who know about this, the better. Go and inform the Prince Consort first. He's also taking the pills. Let's see what he says."
