After Wei Lanjun died, I supported the Wei family alone.
This lasts for forty years.
My children have grown up, and when I go out I am called an old feudal prince.
My whole life can be considered worthy of the Wei family.
Who would have known that after I became seriously ill, I realized that my two good sons and daughters were respectful to me on the surface, but in fact they wished that I would die soon.
I died miserably on the bed, and when I woke up, people were already floating in the sky. Seeing them holding my coffin and pretending to cry bitterly, and being praised as a filial son, I was filled with anger.
If I live again, I will never care about these white-eyed wolves again!
