Seeing the Memorial Hall, seeing the coffins, Yang Huazhi's first thought was that an elder in the family had passed away.
"Three Sister and Second Brother..." Yang Cheng's voice trembled as his gaze fell upon the two coffins in the Memorial Hall.
Yang Huazhi's body stiffened.
His face suddenly changed, and then he rushed to the coffins as quickly as he could. When he saw the two people lying inside, everything went dark before his eyes, and he nearly fell.
"Dad!" Yang Huazhi knelt on the ground with a thud, mourning, "I've come back too late!"
"How exactly did Three Sister and Second Brother..." He asked, "Why didn't you tell me when such a big thing happened?"
Yang Guangrong appeared dazed, looking as lifeless as rotten wood.
Having years of experience as an official, Yang Huazhi quickly calmed himself and then coldly demanded, "Xiaocheng, tell me quickly, who did this?"
"I came back this time to attend Elder Jiang's birthday banquet."
