The door to the ancestral hall was opened, and the sight of Luo Honghao standing outside left the old Duke, the Duke, and the Duchess all with embarrassed and disheveled expressions, their eyes darting about, not daring to meet Luo Honghao's gaze.
Luo Honghao walked into the ancestral hall with a solemn face, helped up the Duchess who had been knocked to the ground by the Duke, and then turned his serious attention towards the old Duke and the Duke.
"Xiao Yechi... the son of the Eight Princes?"
The old Duke and the Duke both stayed silent, understanding in their hearts that their recent conversation had been overheard by their grandson, the legitimate heir.
Luo Honghao spoke again, "Are we a part of the Eight Princes Party?"
The old Duke and the Duke still did not speak.
Seeing their tacit acknowledgment, Luo Honghao clenched his fists in pain, then turned his gaze to the Duchess, "Is the child in my younger sister's womb Xiao Yechi's?"
