Eleven o'clock at night.
The He Family Manor was brightly lit. At this hour, the He Family was usually bustling with visitors, with all those who came seeking favors being either rich or influential.
But tonight, the He Family shut its doors to guests; the entire household appeared grave and silent.
Inside the mansion's inner hall, at the center, He Huan lay naked on the cold bluestone floor. Her breath was barely noticeable, and her body looked stiff.
"She was already like this when we found her."
He Fei looked at He Huan, now like a walking corpse, and the coldness in his eyes couldn't hide the fury within.
"Where was she found?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man with an air of authority and a touch of gray at his temples spoke up from above the hall.
This was He Huan and He Fei's father, the current head of the He Family, He Tailan.
"In her own room." He Fei shot his father a cold glance and replied in a somber tone.
