Yang Cheng glanced at Su Wanrou and smiled.
Su Wanrou frowned. Since her husband said so, she did not refuse and nodded. "Alright, I'll go with you."
Yi Zilan's expression was cold. "Then pack up and come with me to the Ministry of War to confront him."
Yang Cheng cupped his fists. "Excuse me."
Yang Cheng walked into the house. He wanted to dress up and show Yang Yi that he was still sound and alive.
Su Wanrou, on the other hand, did not have much to pack up. She was just an ordinary country woman.
She gently held her daughter's hand while Yang Xueyu leaned against her. Yi Zilan looked at Yang Xueyu and had mixed feelings. Although there were doubts about Yang Cheng and Yang Yi's identities, he had to admit that this teacher was a very good person with extremely high morals.
Yi Zilan looked at Su Wanrou and whispered. "Madam, do you believe in mysticism?"