Li Qianze shook his head, "I don't know. I only know that something happened to our Li family that year, and my brother sent us to the Shi family for refuge. At the time, your husband had just returned to the Shi family. He spent each day locked in his room, refusing to even come downstairs for meals. Servants would bring his meals to him, and the only times he would come downstairs would be when the old master of the Shi family overruled him. But he never allowed anyone to come near him. If anyone approached, he would clench his fists and stare at them fiercely, as if ready to kill."
Song Qinghuan looked incredulous, her eyes wide and hands opening and closing in surprise. "No way, that's terrifying."
