Atop an ancient hall of the Qin Family in Nandu.
The death of Ye Chen and the news of Ye Zhentian's severe disability had already been passed back.
A middle-aged beautiful woman sat in the hall, sobbing loudly.
This person was Ye Chen's mother, a member of the Qin Family, Qin Wushuang.
When Qin Wushuang first received the news of her son's brutal murder, she couldn't believe it.
In Nandu, not a hundred people dared to kill her son.
Not to mention the protection from the family experts, so many bodyguards.
It wasn't until she saw the body that Qin Wushuang was forced to believe; the moment she saw Ye Chen's corpse, she nearly fainted.
Actually, Qin Wushuang's status within the Nandu Qin Family wasn't very high.
Her father was the son of a mistress without status from the previous generation of the Qin Family.
But no matter how high or low, the blood of the Qin Family flowed in her veins; she was one of the Qin Family.
Furthermore, the Qin Family acknowledged her.
