Su Dingheng's face turned a dismal white, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground with a loud sound. "Rou'er, my daughter, how could she..."
How could it be so tragic?
Not even a bone left!
Chu Chengye raised his eyebrows triumphantly, taking advantage of the moment to command, "Quickly assist the Marquis in resting. Otherwise, if the Marquis encounters problems, can you bear the responsibility?"
Su Dingheng's mind was in turmoil, and the debonair demeanor from moments ago was instantly shattered.
Chu Chengye looked at the empty door, the light inside shining as bright as day as if representing nobility and justice.
However, he was determined to shatter this nobility and trample upon this justice.
"Su Yingxue, you owe me, and you will repay it all!"
Chu Chengye, with Chu Xiaotian, was about to enter when a petite figure blocked their way.
