Two days later.
At No. 44 Courtyard.
In the courtyard, Yu Xian sits leisurely on a stone bench, tossing small chunks of meat into the pond. A group of silverfish fight for the bait, causing small splashes of water to erupt.
Next to him sits a worried-looking Chief Zhao, who hesitates to speak.
After a while,
Chief Zhao sighs and asks tentatively, "Yu, do you know about the major incident that happened recently in the Zhao Family?"
Yu Xian remains calm and replies, "Uncle Zhao, I've been devotedly practicing my cultivation, not paying much attention to the outside world. Could you please tell me what happened?"
Chief Zhao bitterly smiles, "Our legitimate heir of the Zhao Family, Zhao Zhongliu, the son of the Head of the Zhao Family, was mysteriously assassinated the night before last. Even his corpse could not be found."
There are rumors that this was done by you because Zhongliu had offended you.
Of course, I know you wouldn't do such a thing.
