The strategist had rushed back home upon receiving news of his child's fever.
But after searching all around the courtyard, he couldn't find his child. Instead, it was his concubine, crying and sobbing nonstop. He couldn't get a clear answer from her no matter how much he asked.
Finally, she merely pointed towards the study.
The strategist had a very bad premonition, but that was the only line of descent he had, his only son, whom he would protect at all costs, even if it meant risking his own life.
He clenched his teeth and pushed open the door to the study.
Inside the study, Jiang Fei was sitting casually at the desk, flipping through the documents on it.
The strategist, wise as he was, knew there wasn't anything particularly useful here.
Upon seeing Jiang Fei's face, the strategist was scared to the point of sitting down abruptly on the floor, retreating continuously, and he opened his mouth to call someone.
