A Conclusion

Wang Manchun was dead. Her eyes had been full of unwillingness when she died. For someone like her, learning before her death that the man she had slept with for over two years was actually Pei Min of the Red Party—how could she possibly die in peace? How could she be willing to accept it?

Wang Yan had chosen to strangle her to death simply so that, before dying, she could experience that tangled pain and terror. Compared to the fighters who had struggled for the nation and whom she had harmed, this little suffering before her death was nothing.

Still, Wang Yan had treated Wang Manchun fairly well. He drove out of the city overnight, dug a deep pit on a hillside by a river bend, and buried her there. Naturally, he did not raise a grave mound; that would have made it too easy for others to discover. Hopefully, after death, this woman's soul would remain bound to this grave and quietly watch the scenery...

Wang Manchun had broken out of prison and fled, even killing Liang Zhongchun's mistress. The most anxious ones had to be Ming Lou and Ming Cheng. No one was a fool. They had set Wang Manchun up and sent her in, so naturally Wang Manchun could figure it out as well. Besides, after escaping prison the night before, Wang Manchun had even called Ming Lou. They had failed to find her all night, and they were as frantic as ants on a hot pan. After all, one slip-up meant death for the whole family.

The others were not much more relaxed either; they were all in a panic. Liang Zhongchun was worried Wang Manchun would assassinate him. After all, he had played no small part in setting her up. Though it looked as