"It is said that Ghost Fang appeared and took over the Nine Gates under the name of the Four Seas Gang."
The head of the God of Wealth is still there, but the whereabouts of the other three leaders are unknown.
Chengyuan is now heavily fortified, and we can't get any more information out of it for the time being.
Why are the Ghost Fang and the Cui family fighting amongst themselves at this crucial moment? Has the Cui family made a choice?
Qin Wenyuan frowned and pondered, feeling uneasy. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"I need to see Jiang Jinxiao tonight. I'll use the jailer's connections, but I mustn't alert any officials in the Department of Punishments."
"This... Master, it would be too dangerous for you to go in person. It would be better if this old servant could deliver the message."
Qin Wenyuan raised his hand to interrupt, "No need, my mind is made up, go and make the arrangements."
"yes."
Just then, in the gray-blue morning light under the corridor, a tall figure slowly approached; it was his only son, Qin Huaizhang.
She had clearly not washed or combed her hair; her temples were slightly disheveled, her eyelashes drooped, and she looked somewhat tired.
He's in his twenties, yet he still acts like an immature and lazy person.
“Father,” Qin Huaizhang stopped at the threshold, his gaze falling on his father’s slightly pale face, “I heard you have caught a cold.”
"It's alright, go in and kowtow to your mother."
Seeing that his father had no symptoms other than being a little pale, Qin Huaizhang nodded.
As instructed, he stepped across the threshold into the study and knelt down on the prayer mat without hesitation.
With shoulders and back straight, his posture was one of respectful rigidity honed day after day, and he touched his forehead to the prayer mat and kowtowed three times.
Going to his study to offer incense and kowtow was his daily routine, day after day, year after year, without interruption.
Standing at the door of the study, gazing at his wife's memorial tablet, Qin Wenyuan clenched his fists.
"Zhaozhao, rest assured, I will definitely protect our son..."
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