"I demand a reason, an explanation! Do you understand?" Mo Jingxuan's tone was very firm.
Mo Liancheng remained silent; he too felt a sense of guilt toward Fourteen, so he picked up a book from beside his desk. After flipping through it, he pulled out a letter, "This is from our father to me. Take a look, it's a letter left by our imperial grandfather. Once you have read it, you must keep its contents to yourself forever, never carelessly divulge a single word."
Mo Jingxuan took it, opening it with a puzzled look.
Once he had finished, he stood frozen in place, "Eighth brother... how could this be? What about turning 25?! What will happen then?"
