A flurry of hurried footsteps echoed within the Chang residence.0

The young noble who had once been in his early twenties had now reached his thirties. After the passing of the old Grand Commander, he became the head of the Chang family. Yet at this moment, his face was filled with panic and confusion.0

Just moments ago, Steward Liu had rushed to find him, his expression deeply anxious. However, the steward was mute, and Chang Yin himself was deaf. In such urgency, neither had the time to slow down and communicate through writing. 0

He had no idea what could have caused the steward to be so distressed, but the man had grabbed his hand and pulled him outside without explanation—so forcefully that he had been yanked from his bed, barely managing to put on his shoes before being dragged away.0

After all, the Grand Commander’s residence had once been a noble estate, and it was vast.0

Chang Yin was half-stumbling as he was pulled along, nearly tripping several times as they crossed the courtyard. Frustration surged within him—he wanted to lash out and reprimand the steward, but there was no paper or brush in sight for communication, and he could not speak. 0

However, upon seeing the steward’s face drenched in sweat from urgency, he forcibly suppressed his rising anger and confusion.0

Not until they reached the entrance did he finally see what...0