"Clatter—" The sound of bowls and plates shattering on the floor.
In the quiet room, it was extremely jarring.
Yan Lingzhen's face turned pale, tears quickly gathering in her eyes. She stepped forward, staring intently at the reporting guard on the floor, her voice trembling, "What did you say? Say it again!"
What does it mean that the Lady of the State has died, what does it mean that no one from the Yan Family survived the fire!
The guard was covered in goosebumps under Yan Lingzhen's gaze.
"Every word is true!"
Yan Lingzhen glared at the frail man in a white robe sitting on the soft couch, "What about you! Haven't your eighteen levels of hell sorted out the news yet!"
Her mother, brothers, and sisters were all so formidable, how could not one of them have survived!
Yan Lingzhen didn't believe it.
Xiao Pingfeng pressed his lips tightly, his emotions obviously suppressed at the moment.
"Already sent out, no one has returned yet."
Clearly, he didn't believe it either.
