Lei Qianjun’s complexion was pale and his eyes were narrowed together, making him look like a cast iron statue. While he didn’t say anything, everyone could feel the anger and violence roiling within his chest. The thick smell of blood filled the air, causing everyone to tremble.

The steward had a heavy expression. He bowed and said, “It was due to my failures that the miss suffered an accident. I ask the City Lord to punish me.”

Lei Qianjun glanced at him but didn’t speak. At this moment, a door was pushed open from the inside and Gu Yanyuan, a white-haired old man with a boyish complexion, stepped out with his medicine kit. He bowed to Lei Qianjun and gently shook his head, “City Lord, your daughter still hasn’t recovered from the chronic illness she has been suffering since her youth and now she has been injured by a potent poison. I’ve done everything I can, but the situation cannot be saved. I apologize but I am helpless.”

The steward trembled. Blood flowed out from his nose and mouth and his complexion paled.

Pa –

Pa –

Beads of blood fell to the ground. They seemed to weigh 10,000 pounds, smashing open round holes in the floor.

Lei Qianjun was silent for several breaths of time. Then he slowly said, “Mister Gu is a divine physician of the medical arts, said...