The sky was bright, and Han Lingxin was awake.
Her injuries weren't too severe; her grandfather had already treated her, and she would recover in no time.
The servants delivered breakfast, and she ate a little.
She didn't know how things turned out last night; she already asked, and her brother was fine.
After sitting for a while, Han Shi'an walked in.
"Grandfather, was everything settled last night?" Han Lingxin immediately asked.
Han Shi'an sat down opposite his granddaughter, ignoring the question: "Lingxin, it's fine, it's all over now. But there's a rather tricky matter."
"Grandfather, what's wrong?"
"Yang Fan, that boy, daringly committed unforgivable deeds; according to national law, he must be executed."
Upon hearing this, Han Lingxin was anxious: "Grandfather, that's impossible. Yang Fan isn't that kind of person."
"Then what do you propose? The law shows no leniency, and furthermore, he's not connected to the Han family. I have no reason to save him."
