Jiang ancestral home.
Inside the hall.
"Suhu is dead? Is this true or false?"
"The Chief of Night Patrol himself made the call, it was Xin Cheng who went to claim the body..."
"Who did it? Who dares to kill a member of our Jiang family!"
"Enough, second brother, cut out that phony act. You're probably the happiest about Suhu's misfortune!"
"That's bullshit!"
"You know the truth in your heart!"
The sound of a wine glass shattering on the ground echoed.
Following closely, the hall erupted into chaos with men's cursing, women's quarreling, and children's crying all mixing together.
...
Jiang ancestral home.
Back mountain.
The middle-aged butler had been waiting in the cold night wind for a long time, finally seeing the elderly head of the house tardily opening the door. Years of cultivated servitude meant he bore no hint of dissatisfaction.
On the contrary.
He hastened a few steps forward, bowing and bending in just the right measure of deference.
