Xie Zhinuan gazed at the somber grey sky.
It was mid-November, and the air had grown cold; it looked as if it might snow soon.
"No, it's not possible. He's surrounded by masters, and his own martial arts are formidable. He's fought on the battlefield—ordinary people can't even get close to injuring him, let alone touch him. Don't think such nonsense!" Xie Rong said, exhaling a faint breath.
Xie Rong felt that Xie Zhinuan's heartache must be due to her mother in the capital, missing her.
Imperial Capital
The Marquis Manor
The Marchioness looked at the letter Xie Rong had sent, gently pressing it against her chest, tears dripping one by one.
It was a great fortune, a great fortune.
Her daughter was still alive, still alive.
But she had suffered so much.
And that impostor was still enjoying all the best the Marquis Manor had to offer, hmm...
Gradually, a fierce and merciless light filled the Marchioness's eyes.
