In her previous life, Fang Qingyue's family was destroyed, and she married into the Marquis's mansion as a concubine through a marriage contract. Others thought she was lucky, that the Marq...
Shen Yuhan stood in the house, his fingers exerting a little force, tightly grasping the jade pendant in his hand, his eyes becoming increasingly profound.
He was afraid that he was too late and that she was already in deeper danger.
Not long after, one of his men came hurriedly, his expression solemn: "Sir, we found a new tomb in the back mountain. It looks like it was built not long ago."
Shen Yuhan's heart sank suddenly, and he immediately strode out of the hut and ran towards the back mountain in the direction pointed by his men.
In the night wind, the barren mountains looked particularly desolate, the stars were dim, and a strong atmosphere of sadness permeated the air.
Shen Yuhan's pace became faster and faster, and his heartbeat gradually quickened with his pace.
Finally, he saw the new grave.
The grave was piled with new soil, and there was no inscription on the tombstone, making it look lonely.
Shen Yuhan stood in front of the grave, feeling as if something was grabbing his heart.
His fingers clenched into fists, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and a terrible thought emerged in his mind.
Could it be that Fang Qingyue is in this grave?
He didn't want to believe it, and his heart was cold.
"Find out who buried this grave, find out!"
Shen Yuhan's voice was cold, almost with a hint of gnashing teeth.
The subordinates immediately took orders and quickly launched an investigation.
At the same time, Shen Yuhan stared at the new grave for a long time, and the torment in his heart seemed to tear him apart completely.
If Fang Qingyue was really here, how should he face it?
Thinking of the danger she had encountered and that she might have left him, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Fang Qingyue...you won't leave me like this, right?"
Shen Yuhan muttered to himself, and his men hurried over from a distance, interrupting his thoughts: "Sir, we asked the villagers nearby, and they don't know who buried this grave."
"But we've found out that some assassins have been frequenting this area recently, and they seem to have some connection with Miss Fang."