The person who should have died had instead left with one life intact.
Thus, whose child was the woman cradling in her arms?
Facing such a "traitor," how much manpower and resources would one need to pay to swap the baby under the heavy surveillance of the Empire? How big of a sacrifice would need to be made?
How many lives would the old man and their group have to fill in to keep themselves alive?
Tang Fei had always been reluctant to face this issue, or rather, the inherent fear made him want to evade these concerns.
However, when he heard about everything his parents and clansmen had gone through, he still felt a piercing pain in his heart.
Blood is thicker than water!
The tragic deaths of his parents, the cries of the baby, the devotion and bloodshed of his father's friends and generals, and the safety of his own and Little Fatty's lives...
Each and every one of these was forcing him to walk down a dangerous path.
