Mrs. Dong pressed her lips together and sat there for a long time without making a sound.
She already knew that her son was alive.
But her husband... she had heard that Kid had personally retrieved her husband's head from the enemy camp, so there was no possibility of him surviving.
Birthdays... Kid definitely missed his grandfather and father.
At this moment, Bai Qingyan stood in the Bai Clan's ancestral hall before numerous ancestral tablets. She covered her heart with one hand, holding incense in the other... lighting it with a flickering candle flame.
Outside the tightly closed gates of the ancestral hall, Steward Hao and Lu Ping, along with the Bai family's guards, stood watch.
