The Duke's Residence.
As the duchess read the letter in her hand, a faint smile of satisfaction slowly spread across her face.
Dai Yunze, that bastard, had been confirmed dead.
The White Tiger Duke had flown into a rage over it, but after days of fruitless searching, he had no choice but to let the matter rest. Even the Star Luo Emperor had explicitly declared that the investigation would be pursued to the very end, and that he would send men to hunt down everyone involved in the assassination of the duke's son.
Of course, anyone with eyes could tell that this was merely a smokescreen to put people's minds at ease.
After all, one of the strongest people alive had also been involved.
The Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao.
He was someone so far beyond ordinary people that they could scarcely even look up to him.
Besides, if a Limit Douluo truly wanted a duke's son dead, there was nothing the Star Luo Empire could do, however unwilling it might be. Even if the Star Luo Empire did insist on pursuing the matter, it could never find a Limit Douluo who was determined to hide.
There was no other reason—the gulf in strength was simply too vast.
Thus, after the matter had been hastily swept aside, the White Tiger Duke sent the duchess a letter of consolation.
After all, as far as the White Tiger Duke knew, the duchess was the kindhearted woman who had adopted Dai Yunze.
And Dai Yunze, now dead, had not even received a funeral.
What bitter irony.
The only person who refused to believe Dai Yunze was dead was Huo Yuhao.
Even though his mother had long since forced a smile through her tears to comfort him: his brother had gone ahead of them