She swallowed hard and added, "That child... is yours and that stranger's, not Lu Jin's!"

Shen Qingtang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He froze on the spot.

She had always thought her child was long gone, never imagining there was a possibility the child was still alive.

Pei Wuwang, who was standing next to him, also frowned.

His eyes were unreadable, his fists clenched quietly at his sides, a sudden tightness in his chest made him cough twice.

Shen Qingtang immediately turned to look at him: "Are you alright?" Pei Wuwang shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he suppressed the strange feeling in his chest.

His voice was low: "I'm fine, let's find Wang San first." There was a hint of complexity hidden in his eyes that no one else noticed.

If that child were still alive, perhaps he could resolve one of his doubts.

Lin Peirou watched as Lu Jiaojiao and the others were writhing on the ground in agony from the plague, and she trembled with fear, afraid that Shen Qingtang would also use the poison on her.

Shen Qingtang didn't waste any more words with her. He grabbed her by the collar and headed straight for the casino in the county town.

Lin Peirou once said that Wang San's most frequented place was the "Jucai Casino" in the west of the city.

As soon as I entered the casino, I heard a noisy commotion coming from inside.

Shen Qingtang spotted Wang San standing shirtless by the gambling table at a glance.

Clutching the dice, his face flushed, he shouted, "Open! I refuse to believe I'll lose this round!"

There was a lot of silver scattered on the table, indicating that they had been gambling for a long time.

Lin Peirou hid behind Shen Qingtang, too scared to show her face.

Shen Qingtang's eyes turned cold, and she walked straight toward Wang San.

Just as he was about to roll the dice, someone grabbed his hand and said, "Wang San, come with me." Wang San looked up and saw Shen Qingtang. The dice in his hand fell to the table with a "clatter," and his face turned deathly pale.

My whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He caught a glimpse of Lin Peirou hiding behind Shen Qingtang, his eyes filled with questioning: why did he bring Shen Qingtang here when he had told her to behave?

"What...what do you want to do?" Wang San shrank back.

He tried to get up and run away, but Shen Qingtang pressed him down on the gambling table, the cold blade pressed directly against the back of his hand.

"Answer honestly, or this knife will be stuck in your hand bones."

Shen Qingtang's tone was utterly cold, "Who was the mastermind behind my murder? Who was that man who entered my room? Where is my child?"

Wang San was so terrified by the coldness of the blade that he almost jumped out of his skin. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, his face suddenly turned ashen.

It made a strange "hoarse" sound from its throat, and its eyes suddenly widened.

His body slumped stiffly on the table. He had died from poisoning, his face still bearing the terrified look of someone dying with their eyes wide open.

Shen Qingtang frowned and withdrew the knife; the poison had taken effect too quickly.

It was obvious that someone had tampered with Wang San beforehand to shut him up.

Meanwhile, in a secluded cave on the outskirts of the city, a woman stared at a water mirror. The mirror reflected the image of Wang San's gruesome death.

She suddenly screamed and frantically pounded on the water mirror with both hands: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible."