At the crack of dawn, Nangong Heng came looking for Fengyu, his clothes still in disarray, panic evident in his demeanor, bringing word that Han Ziqi had been murdered at the West Wind Inn.
"What?" Fengyu had spent the prior night comforting Xie Xun, staying up until late. She'd barely gotten any sleep before Qiuxiang woke her up. Nangong Heng wouldn't have sought her out unless it was a significant matter—and indeed it was.
"He's really dead?" Fengyu was stunned, barely able to process the news. She hadn't even had the chance to discuss anything with her Second Brother, and now Han Ziqi was already dead. "Was he frozen to death?"
"Frozen to death? No, he was killed with a single strike." Nangong Heng spoke hurriedly. "Miss, you need to wake up—this isn't a dream. He's truly dead, his body's gone cold, and now the people of Sannan are demanding we turn over the murderer."
"Who's the murderer?"
"Fang Chuning!"
Fengyu: "..."
