The emergence of this matter made many people see a glimmer of hope.
Zhu Family.
The once bustling and lively mansion is now deserted, with even most of the servants having disappeared.
The pathway is littered with broken branches and fallen leaves, with no one to clean up, making it appear quite desolate.
Zhu Zihao is sitting in the main hall, sipping tea.
The tea leaves are loose tea costing three taels of silver per pack, with a bitter and astringent taste. In the past, not only Zhu Zihao, but even his steward wouldn't drink this.
But now, Zhu Zihao seems to relish it, with a satisfied look on his visibly thinner face.
Zhu Chengwan, however, doesn't share this composure and is excitedly pacing back and forth in the hall.
"Great, great, it's an excellent kill. This finally relieves my anger."
As Zhu Chengwan walks, he mutters to himself.
Zhu Zihao, seeing this, puts down his teacup, "Alright, stop pacing, you're making me dizzy."
