It was midnight, with a dark moon and a fierce wind.
The Duke's Maternal Uncle's Estate stood grand and imposing.
A bloody mist filled the courtyard, and the wails gradually died away.
A black-robed figure trod across the upturned eaves as though walking on level ground.
Corpses littered the corridors, a sight too ghastly to bear.
In just ten breaths, the black-robed figure leaped into the attic and brazenly entered the bedroom.
"Who are you?" Yin forced himself to remain calm. The beautiful concubine beside him had already fainted from terror.
He stared at the Hungry Ghost Mask on the assassin's face and demanded with fierce voice and expression:
"What do you want?"
Even all the top-tier experts maintained by the Duke's Maternal Uncle's Estate had failed to stop this intruder!!
The mysterious figure said nothing, lightly tapping the corner of the table.
A palm thrust forward.
Yin's eyes went wide, and he lost consciousness.
When he woke and slowly opened his eyes, tearing pain coursed through his entire body. Blood had stained the brocade quilt red.
Three fingers on his left hand were gone!
His right leg was broken!
The tendons and bones in his left foot were shattered!
His body was covered in injuries, crisscrossed everywhere with whip marks!
The beautiful concubine beside his pillow was already dead.
"Someone... someone come!!" Yin roared hysterically, his face deathly pale.
The following morning.
"Huan'er, Huan'er, something terrible has happened!"
Jia Zheng rushed into the courtyard in a frantic hurry.
Jia Huan was washing up with Qingwen and Xiangling attending him.
"The Five City Troops Command has surrounded Rongguo Mansion, claiming they're here to arrest you!" Jia Zheng was flushed with panic, his voice unbearably hoarse.
Jia Huan wiped his face and sneered:
"The Five City Troops Command is arresting