"What now?"
Shen Wansan frowned tightly as he looked at Steward Shen.
Every time the man came to report in such a panic, it never meant anything good.
Shen Wansan was truly growing furious.
"M-Master."
"The Second Young Master's head... it... it appeared among the Shen Family's merchant convoy returning from Zhending Prefecture to Yingtian."
"The servants found it while unloading the goods just now."
Steward Shen's hands trembled as he placed the box on the ground.
Upon hearing this,
Shen Wansan's expression changed drastically.
The expressions of Shen Rong and his brothers beside him changed as well.
"N-No, that's impossible."
"This time, Wang'er was returning home under the personal escort order of Prince of Yan and the Northern Peace Army."
"How could he have died under the Northern Peace Army's protection?"
Shen Wansan's eyes widened, unable to believe this outcome.
"Open it... Open it and look."
"It can't be Wang'er." Shen Wansan ordered Steward Shen to open the box.
"Yes."
Steward Shen was panicking inside as well, but he slowly reached out and gradually opened the box.
A foul stench rushed forth. Then, a severed head that had already begun to rot appeared before Shen Wansan. Though its features had become somewhat unrecognizable, it could still be identified at a glance.
"W-Wang'er."
"No..."
Shen Wansan stared fixedly at it, his eyes bloodshot. It was as though he had suffered a devastating blow. His head tilted to one side, and he fainted on the spot.
"Father!"
His sons hurriedly rushed forward, filled with worry.
Though Shen Wansan was already old, he was still the pillar of the Shen Family. If anything happened to Shen Wansan, they truly would not know how to deal with Zhu Ying.
Time gradually passed!
When the convoy escorting the Northern Yuan prisoners passed a