Lu Qihong didn’t say anything else. He turned and walked away.

Before he left, he was still sighing, “Things in this world, perhaps, are just this fair. Some people die, and only then can others live.”

“That’s right. It’s really that simple.”

After that, he truly left.

Qin Fei couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this was strange.

What Third Mister had said was also strange.

But he couldn’t figure out exactly what was strange about it.

He looked again at Xia Zi. She still had her head lowered, her body slumped, an air of despondency clinging to her entire being.

Only, at this moment, for some reason, Qin Fei felt as though he could see her despair, and… her pain.

What was she in pain about?

Third Mister and Xia Zi — surely they knew each other, didn’t they? But he had no proof.

This matter needed to be reported to Old Ji.

He glanced once more at Xia Zi, found nothing else amiss about her, and only then did Qin Fei leave the tent.

Ji Mingyu was still keeping watch outside Lu Beicheng’s tent.

Together with the bodyguards.

After hearing Qin Fei’s account, Ji Mingyu also felt that something about the matter seemed strange.

But he couldn’t say specifically where the strangeness lay, either.

Just then, Zhen Jiu’er came out from inside.

“What are you two talking about? What happened to Xia Zi?” Jiu’er hurried over.

What Ji Mingyu and Qin Fei cared about, however, was a different matter: “Jiu’er, why did you come out? How is Young Master Jiu?”

“He’s fine. Yan Qiu is watching over him. From the looks of it, he should wake up tonight.”

“The poison he was struck with…”

“It’s basically been cleared out. He’ll just have some weakness from a serious illness just recovered from, and he’ll need more time to recuperate.”

She looked at Qin Fei and frowned. “Weren’t you two just mentioning Xia Zi? What happened to her? Who went to see her?”

Qin Fei had no choice but to tell Zhen Jiu’er everything, in full detail — how Third Mister had gone to see Xia Zi, and had said those strange, peculiar things.

Before he’d even finished speaking, Jiu’er was already hurrying toward Qin Fei’s tent.

Little did they know, someone else had gotten there faster than them!

Before Jiu’er and the others arrived, Lu Feifan had already burst into Xia Zi’s tent.

Jiu’er’s heart clenched, and she immediately quickened her pace.

She was walking so fast that when she entered the tent, she couldn’t stop herself in time and slammed straight into Lu Feifan’s back.

“Sorry—” But she saw that Lu Feifan simply stood there, and even after being bumped into, showed no reaction whatsoever.

It was as if he were staring straight ahead, transfixed.

Jiu’er immediately stepped out from behind him.

The moment she looked, a chill ran through her entire body.

There lay Xia Zi, collapsed on the ground, a long, long wound across her neck, blood pooling across the floor.

“Xia Zi!” Jiu’er rushed over, pressing her slender fingers to the artery in Xia Zi’s neck.

No breath.

She was already dead.

She was dead…

Jiu’er took hold of her hand again.

Truly, there was no pulse.

Nothing at all.

She had seemingly still been pregnant, but now, both pulses were gone.

Dead. Both dead.

If the mother was dead, then naturally the child in her womb could not be saved either.

Both gone…

Too much time had passed; there wasn’t even a chance to attempt resuscitation.

“Third Mister?”

Zhen Jiu’er stood up and turned to look at Lu Feifan. “Your father — is that right? Is that right?”

Lu Feifan said nothing, his palms clenched tight, his whole body trembling faintly.

Jiu’er turned to leave.

But as she passed by Lu Feifan, he suddenly grabbed hold of her. “The Lu family’s affairs have nothing to do with you!”

“Who says it has nothing to do with me? Xia Zi tried to assassinate Young Master Jiu — how is that any different from trying to take my life? Tell me, nothing to do with me?”

Jiu’er wrenched her hand free with force. “You know about this, don’t you?”