Chen Sheng's Fall, Hua Rong's Opportunity

Within a secluded hall of the Chen Residence, a lock hung on the door, while four guards armed with blades and spears stood outside.

Chen Sheng had been confined here by the Chen Family Head. Though he had committed an immoral and heinous offense, the Chen Family Head had not killed him. After all, he was his own flesh and blood.

He had locked Chen Sheng in this place and ordered people to guard him day and night, forbidding him from leaving so that he could reflect on his actions.

Chen Sheng looked thoroughly disheveled at the moment, with unkempt hair and a scruffy beard, appearing utterly unlike someone his age.

"Let me out... Let me out..." Chen Sheng had no idea how many times he had shouted those words. What began as loud yelling had become a quiet murmur.

He showed no remorse whatsoever. All he thought was that he and Sixth Mother were mutually in love. His father had taken so many concubines and kept them without using them, so he might as well have fulfilled Chen Sheng's wishes.

Yet Sixth Mother only sought pleasure and had wasted his feelings. To protect herself, she had actually pushed him out and claimed that she had been forced.

No wonder Chen Sheng had snatched a sword and stabbed her to death.

"Let me out... Let me out..."

Inside the hall, Chen Sheng sat slumped on the ground in a daze, murmuring to himself for a long while.

Just then, an ethereal and hoarse voice entered his ears.

"Young man, do you want to get out?"

Chen Sheng shuddered at the voice. "Who?" His eyes swept across the surroundings, but there was no one in sight. He was extremely wary.

"Hehehe, don't be nervous."

"Who are you? Show yourself." Chen Sheng