"What’s the matter?" Fan Xian knew something was up, or else Li Hongcheng wouldn’t be so tense. Regardless, he still forced a smile. "Did your grapevines not work out?"
On another note, despite already being old enough to marry, Li Hongcheng had yet to do so for unknown reasons.
"I don’t have time to joke around," Li Hongcheng said with a dark expression, "There had been a double murder yesterday in a manor just at the foot of the mountains. Both Wu Bo’an and the second son of the prime minister died."
Fan Xian went pale with shock. "What?"
Li Hongcheng said, "You heard me right. Your future brother-in-law is dead."
