"Marshal, bad news!"
The adjutant stumbled and crawled into the main hall, followed by the deathly pale feng shui master and a middle-aged man shaking like a sieve.
"Se-Seventeenth Concubine and Miss Qing... they... they're both dead!"
Lu Xuan's gaze sharpened. Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.
Weren't this so-called Seventeenth Concubine and Miss Qing the wife and daughter of Boss Chen, whom the original owner had forcibly taken?
The adjutant said in a trembling voice, "They... they jumped into a well... While we were at General Mountain, they sent away the old women watching them and... and threw themselves in together."
Steward Wu was already shaking too hard to speak. The feng shui master hurriedly took over:
"Just now, Steward Wu thought the Marshal had returned exhausted from General Mountain, so he specifically went to invite Seventeenth Concubine and Miss Qing to attend to you. Who would have thought the room was empty... In the end, we found this beside the old well in the back courtyard..."
Trembling, the feng shui master presented a torn piece of clothing, upon which several lines had been written in blood.
Only then did Steward Wu find his voice. He slammed his forehead against the ground and wailed, "Spare me, Marshal! This lowly one truly knew nothing! They chose death themselves..."
Lu Xuan took the bloodstained cloth and looked at the dripping characters upon it.
"Beast. Even as a ghost, I will never let you go!"
The handwriting on the bloody letter was hasty and heartrending, as though one could still hear the writer's deathbed curse.
Without changing expression, Lu Xuan put away the bloody letter and swept his gaze over Steward Wu, who was constantly kowtowing on the ground.
The man was a little over forty and looked fairly capable.