C97 Gu lingying's anger

In a grand and imposing palace, an old man named Chi Mu with a candle in the wind was holding a dignified dragon head walking stick. Ling Ran glanced at all the nobles of the imperial family who were staying in the palace.

"My son is dead …"

The voice was soft but clear, and a heavy breath filled the air.

"What do you guys want to do after he's dead? Do you take me, an old fellow