Heir Hong only felt a ripping pain beneath him, his body already violently flipped onto the ground.
Beside him, a chaos of shouting ensued.
He saw, his wife, children, and concubine all lying dead on the ground, breathless.
Cries for help and sobbing filled the air, when a pair of feet walked towards him.
Heir Hong struggled to lift his eyes, and he saw his third brother, Hong Fang.
Hong Fang slightly bent down, seeming from an outsider's perspective like he intended to help Heir Hong up.
"Third brother, save..." Heir Hong tried to call for help, but after uttering just a few words, a hot, fishy taste surged in his throat.
"Big brother, I wonder, do you like this big gift I have given you?" Hong Fang whispered into Heir Hong's ear, swiftly hiding a dagger back into his sleeve.
Heir Hong's eyes suddenly widened, his bloodshot eyes filled with incredulity and resentment.
It was him! He was behind all this.
