Ji Shoucheng didn't know how Master Song and his daughter had discovered his plan, but the urgent priority was to ensure they kept this secret.
The position of Pavilion Master of the Gong Pavilion, he had decided, would be his.
Song Jiner's eighth son got along very well with his own son, and therefore must accompany him in burial!
"Master Song knows too much, and since he has come tonight, there is no need for him to leave."
A murderous aura flashed in Ji Shoucheng's eyes as his expression changed.
With a raise of his hand, scores of figures clad in black emerged immediately.
The atmosphere, in an instant, became as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, utterly rigid and cold.
Just as Ji Shoucheng was about to order his men to eliminate Master Song and his daughter, the steward of Ji Mansion hurried over, whispering a few words into Ji Shoucheng's ear in a hushed tone.
"What? He's here?"
No sooner had Ji Shoucheng's words fallen than the courtyard door was pushed open.
