Lou Tong died. Unable to withstand it, he succumbed to the poison. For a time, the entire Assistant Minister's Mansion was shrouded in a hazy, gray sorrow.
That night.
A gentle breeze stirred again. The Assistant Minister's Mansion was filled with the sound of wailing. Countless people stood before the main hall of the mansion. Leading them was a middle-aged Scholar who appeared to be in his forties.
He had a resolute face with bright eyes and a high nose bridge. Though his temples were lightly frosted by the years, it couldn't conceal his steady, refined aura. The most striking feature was his eyebrows. They were exceptionally thick, adding a touch of firmness to his scholarly elegance.
At this moment, his expression was filled with grief, tears glistening faintly in his eyes. He looked at the coffin placed deep within the courtyard and said in a hoarse voice, "Lift the coffin! Send the young master back to Yangqi!"
