Within the high-walled Xu Clan estate, guards stood on alert, and the atmosphere was solemn.
In the main hall, Xu Zaichuan's corpse lay inside a coffin. Xu Wangliang stood beside it, looking at the wound on his son's neck, his expression dark.
"What a fast sword. What a ruthless sword!"
The words drifted out through Xu Wangliang's clenched teeth, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a little. The maids and servants in the hall all held their breath, terrified of angering Xu Wangliang at this moment.
"Master, you must avenge Chuan'er!" Xu Zaichuan's mother wailed loudly, her voice hoarse and grating on the ears.
"He killed my, Xu's, flesh and blood. No matter who he is, he won't escape!"
Xu Wangliang turned to look at his steward. The steward hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Master, this lowly one already gave the order just now. Anyone who had a grudge with the young master is now having their whereabouts today investigated. As long as anything about their movements seems unusual, they'll be seized at once."
Smack!
Xu Wangliang slapped the steward across the face. The steward slammed into a pillar, spraying out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The steward looked at Xu Wangliang in horror, not knowing what he had done wrong. All the servants around them shuddered and buried their heads even lower.
"Anyone who ever had a grudge with him, seize them all first and interrogate them. It doesn't matter whether there was anything unusual about their whereabouts today."
Xu Wangliang looked down at the steward and said darkly, "And anyone who was wandering around Chuan'er's estate today, seize them all as well. Better to kill the wrong man than let a single suspect go. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, yes, this lowly