In her room, a middle-aged woman shed tears, particularly upon discovering a faded, broken jade, the symbol of her son's life, signifying his death. "How... how is this possible? How could my son die? Yu'er went to the western region together with people from the Huan Clan, so no one should have dared to kill him there, but he is dead now."
*Crack*
Suddenly, a middle-aged man entered the room, but his expression changed to shock at his wife's hands, so he quickly moved to her side and grabbed the broken jade. "This? Isn't this our son's life jade, Yu Xiaoli?"
"Yes." Yu Xiaoli nodded to her husband. "What should we do now, Xuan Zan? You should send some people to the Huan Clan in the western region and ask them to take responsibility for our son's death. You can then order them to kill the bastards who couldn't protect our son."
