Prince Kangle Mansion
The night was cool like water, and the full moon was like ice.
In the servant quarters of Prince Kangle Mansion, there sat a man in still rather sumptuous attire.
The man was barely in his thirties, with a handsome and upright appearance, seated in the courtyard, gazing up at the moon, his eyes filled with thick, undissolvable longing.
"Xiaohe, I've dealt with one of your enemies, the Zhou Family has met a death with no place to bury, are you happy?"
As he spoke, tears streamed down his cheeks: "Xiaohe, Xiaohe, I am so filled with hatred, so very filled with hatred..."
The man's fist clenched tightly: "Qi Rui, Magistrate Qi, I will deal with him sooner or later. Once I've avenged you, I will come to find you."
"Then you still have a long life ahead of you."
A cool voice came through.
The man was not the least bit panicked and stood up unhurriedly: "Lady has arrived."
