Mingyue's face turned cold, but before she could speak, the Patriarch continued, "I'm not saying that is true, but how can you be sure that's not what happened, I have known Zhao Fan for years, I never seen him as someone who will humiliate his elders, and even if he does, he won't do that to you..."
"Y-You…" She seems flabbergasted.
"I'm not saying that your claim is wrong, but I need more evidence than just words, Mingyue, we've been together for three hundred years, you should know better, I don't want to take any side, I'm your husband, I'm Zhao Fan's father, I'm Zhao Yung's father. I don't want anyone to die, not even Yung,"
Mingyue was about to say something, but she knew her husband was right. She was about to speak without thinking.
"I understand, I am ashamed..."
"Good, now, before you go, I want you to think, and try to remember, what could be the evidence that can be used against Zhao Fan?" He asked.
"I…" Mingyue froze.
