Lin Haihai sighed. “A parent’s devotion to their children is precious, Minister Chen. You shouldn’t be blamed for her mistake, but you are partly responsible for not having raised her right. I’ll follow you to the prison tomorrow, and I’ll show her mercy if she truly regrets what she’s done!”

She merely wanted Yang Hanlun to feel better. At the end of the day, Chen Birou was the woman he once loved, and she had ended up where she was because of her love for him.

Yang Hanlun stared at Lin Haihai with widened eyes, touched.

Minister Chen was stunned as well. He knew how serious his daughter’s crime was. It was a humiliation to bring to the grave for a woman to be sold to a brothel, and yet the princess consort had forgiven the crime so easily. Her magnanimity won her the respect of even him, a cunning man who had seen everything under the sun.

“You have my gratitude, Consort Lin!” Minister Chen looked as if he had aged ten years overnight. The creases on his forehead deepened, and his tired eyes shone with tears. Fate hadn’t granted him any children but Chen Birou, and yet she had grown into a vicious woman with a malicious streak while...