Lu Qihong had no interest in wasting further words with Lu Feifan.

He stared coldly at his own son, his voice icy. “He killed your mother. Whether you want revenge or not is up to you!”

“The hatred of a mother’s death is not to be shared under the same sky. If you feel your conscience can bear it, then keep being good to him afterward — I won’t stop you!”

He turned and walked out of the tent, walking further and further away.

Lu Feifan remained standing where he was, his whole body cold.

Had Young Uncle really killed his mother with his own hands?

He didn’t know.

But his father had no reason to lie to him.

If it were only to strike at Young Uncle, his father wouldn’t need to risk his own biological son to eliminate him.

His father had said he must personally avenge his mother.

But after observing for so long, although Young Uncle’s methods in business were indeed cold and ruthless, he wasn’t the kind of person who killed without reason.

Why was his father so certain that Young Uncle had killed his mother?

…After leaving the tent, Lu Qihong quickly made his way to the front of Qin Fei’s tent.

“I heard the person who tried to assassinate A’Jiu is being held inside?”

“Yes, Third Master. This woman is dangerous — don’t go in.” Qin Fei saw his intention and immediately stepped forward, blocking his path.

Lu Qihong laughed coldly. “I can’t even go take a look at the person who tried to assassinate A’Jiu? I need to ask her who sent her.”

“We’ve already reported it to the police. Interrogation is a matter for professionals, Third Master…”

“Insolence!” Lu Qihong’s face darkened, and he growled, “I only wanted to understand the situation, and you dare to stop me too? Qin Fei, who gave you the nerve!”

Qin Fei wanted to say more, but Lu Qihong strode forward. “I’m going in there right now. If you dare to stop me, you’d best fight me directly!”

How could Qin Fei possibly dare to actually fight him?

In one moment of hesitation, he let him pass and walk in. Qin Fei’s scalp went numb, and he had no choice but to follow him in.

Xia Zi’s hands were bound, and she was sitting on the ground at the time.

Seeing the man walk in, something flickered in her eyes for an instant.

But it was gone in the blink of an eye, that spark vanishing.

Afterward, she lowered her eyes, as if she didn’t recognize the man in front of her at all.

“Third Master, this is the woman who tried to assassinate Ninth Master.”

“Why did you try to assassinate my younger brother?” Lu Qihong walked up to Xia Zi and crouched down.

The distance between them was very, very close.

Qin Fei was startled and hurried to stop him. “Third Master, she’s an assassin — don’t get too close to her!”

“You think I’m afraid?” Lu Qihong laughed coldly, dismissing his words entirely.

Not only did he not back away, he reached out and tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen across Xia Zi’s face.

“Third Master!” Qin Fei rushed forward immediately.

Lu Qihong smiled. “I just wanted to see clearly what kind of woman would have the nerve to touch even the Lu family’s Ninth Master.”

Xia Zi finally raised her head and looked at him.

Her lips were cracked and trembling slightly, as if she had something to say, but in the end, she didn’t utter a single word.

Lu Qihong smiled. “You’re quite good-looking. Living a good, safe life wasn’t enough for you — you had to go and do something this dangerous. Don’t the people who care about you feel heartbroken over this?”

His long fingers brushed through her long hair.

Qin Fei couldn’t quite understand — why was Third Master saying things like this?

“Third Master, do you know her?” He frowned.

But Lu Qihong’s hand had already withdrawn from her hair, and he stood up.

“I don’t know her.” These words were cold, utterly without feeling. “It’s just… what a pity, such a young life.”