"Let's go."
Yang Qingqing said and then left.
Father has already been murdered.
My brothers, they must not get into trouble anymore.
...
Shu Residence, Jiang Mansion.
Jiang Li, in a plain long robe, held a brush and was practicing calligraphy at the desk. Yet, at this moment, he was somewhat disturbed, and the characters he wrote were affected, not looking very good.
Shortly afterward, his son Jiang Yu hurriedly came in from the outside and said anxiously, "Father, something big has happened."
"Speak."
"The County Marquis committed suicide out of guilt in prison this morning."
"What?"
With these words, Jiang Li was suddenly startled, and the brush in his hand fell onto the paper, smudging the writing, his brows tightly knit together, in disbelief.
He is not a three-year-old child.
He knows that so-called guilt-induced suicide is definitely not that simple on the surface, but rather someone wanted Yang Xian dead.
It was precisely because of this that he was so shocked.
