Lou was one of the few servants who had served Long Qian Xing for a long time. Even though there were many occasions in which he was asked to do things covertly in the shadow, he still stayed close to Long Qian Xing because of his guard duties.
Sensing the faint smell of blood from the study room, he sighed. He really didn't know what these women were thinking when they tried to set their sight to the son instead of the father.
"Young Master, shall I clean up the mess?"
"Clean it up." Long Qian Xing sheathed his bloodied sword and pointed at the soup. "Sent it to her family along with her corpse."
"Yes, Young Master."
Because these were all women bestowed by the Emperor, it was hard to get rid of them without proper excuse. Within the two weeks Long Qian Xing stayed here, he had already eliminated three of them.
These women were all so eager to court death.
'Only a few more left.'
