Dad, open the door. I'll bring your mistress back for you.

Wang Haiquan rushed back home anxiously. The moment he stepped into the door, the scene before him made him feel heartbroken.

He saw his beloved son lying motionless on the cold, hard floor, his body covered with shocking bloody holes. Blood kept gushing out of the wounds, staining the surrounding ground red.

On the side, Song had fainted on the ground, unconscious.

"How can I let my Chang'er lie like this on this freezing cold floor! Someone, help him to the bed quickly! There's a doctor, why don't you call him?"

Wang Haiquan roared angrily, his voice echoing in the room, shaking everyone's heart.

Like a mad beast, he grabbed the collar of one servant after another and questioned them hysterically.

Finally, in the corner of the room, Wang Haiquan found a row of doctors carrying medicine boxes and standing there shivering.

He immediately rushed over, his eyes red, and shouted almost frantically: "You bunch of quacks, what are you standing here for! Go and save my Chang'er!"

However, facing Wang Haiquan's roar, several doctors just lowered their heads, trembling with fear, and no one dared to say a word.

At this moment, an old doctor with white hair and beard slowly took a small step forward, then clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Wang Haiquan, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir Wang, please accept my condolences. In my opinion, it is best to prepare for your son's funeral as soon as possible..."

Hearing this, Wang Haiquan felt like he was struck by lightning and his whole body froze instantly.

He stared at the old doctor with eyes wide open, his eyes blazing with anger, "Prepare for the funeral? What nonsense are you talking about! Can't you see that the blood is still flowing out of Chang'er's body? Find a way to stop the bleeding quickly!"

The old doctor slowly shook his head, his face filled with solemnity. He said in a low voice, "It's useless, Lord Wang. These wounds on Young Master Wang's body weren't caused by ordinary swords or knives. Someone must have used a specially made hollow weapon, violently inserted it into Young Master Wang's body, and then forcibly pulled it out, still holding the flesh. The bleeding from these wounds is like a flood bursting through a dam. How can it be easily stopped?"

Wang Haiquan stood far away, his eyes fixed on Wang Hongchang, who was still bleeding profusely. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled as he shouted, "Can't you stop the bleeding? Am I going to watch my Chang'er die from excessive blood loss? No! Absolutely not!"

The old doctor sighed helplessly and continued in a heavy voice, "Master Wang, to be honest, Young Master Wang's injuries are truly severe. Each wound hit a vital part with incredible precision, and his internal organs have been completely hollowed out by that special weapon. Although he still appears to be bleeding, in fact... in fact, Young Master Wang is long gone."

When Wang Haiquan heard this, he felt a buzzing in his head, as if the whole world was collapsing in an instant.

His legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground like mud, mumbling unconsciously, "Gone, gone..."

However, at this moment, a sharp light of hatred suddenly flashed in Wang Haiquan's originally lifeless eyes. He suddenly stood up straight from the ground, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole body trembled slightly with anger.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Who on earth is it? Who on earth is so cruel and ruthless as to dare to do such a cruel thing to my son?!"

At this moment, the follower who had been silent like a mute before actually squeezed out a sound with difficulty.

He stumbled and stammered as he recounted what had happened to the person in front of him: "Master... Master... When I... I just returned... Young Master was obviously fine... But... But as soon as those guys saw... saw me... they... suddenly attacked... attacked Young Master mercilessly... Seeing this, I... I ran back to the Governor's Office to find... to find you... Who would have thought... Who would have thought that Young Master... Young Master would actually..."

At this point, the follower could no longer suppress his inner grief and fear, and burst into tears.

When Wang Haiquan, who was standing nearby, heard this, his whole body shook violently several times, as if he had suffered a heavy blow and was about to collapse.

His face was as pale as paper, and he kept muttering to himself: "It's all my fault... I harmed Chang'er... If I had come back at that time, maybe Chang'er wouldn't have suffered this misfortune..."

However, after just a moment, Wang Haiquan seemed to come to his senses suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and raised his voice and roared: "No! There can't be anything wrong with our Wang family! It's all the Shen family's fault!"

Then, his eyes widened with anger, almost spitting fire from them, and he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Shen Qinghe! Shen Chengwu! I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Haiquan glared fiercely at Wang Hongchang, who was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body and blood still gushing out.

Then he turned around and walked hurriedly towards the door, while shouting loudly to his soldiers and guards to assemble.

He was extremely anxious and wanted to take his men to the governor's office as soon as possible.

However, when he just walked to the gate of the mansion, the scene in front of him stunned him instantly - he saw that his entire yard had been surrounded by people!

Behind the group of people surrounding him, Shen Chengwu sat leisurely on an exquisite chair, his legs casually crossed, with a faint smile on his face.

When he saw Wang Haiquan leading a group of people rushing out of the mansion in a menacing manner, he slowly stood up, stretched out his long legs, and walked easily in front of Wang Haiquan in just a few steps.

"Lord Wang, why can't you learn to be obedient?" Shen Chengwu said with a slight smile, his lips curled up.

Wang Haiquan looked at Shen Chengwu with suspicion on his face, puzzled.

Shen Chengwu slowly twirled the emerald green ring on his finger and continued, "My sister's coming-of-age ceremony is a crucial moment in her life, a chance encounter that only comes once. Yet you chose today to stir up trouble. Wasn't the lesson Prince Wang received earlier enough?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Haiquan's eyes suddenly widened with rage. He glared at Shen Chengwu with gritted teeth and roared, "You are such a despicable villain! You are the one who killed my son!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Haiquan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and rushed towards Shen Chengwu regardless of everything.

Unfortunately, before he could get close to Shen Chengwu, he was stopped by Shen Chengwu's well-trained guards.

Wang Haiquan glared at them. "I am a third-rank Shandong Provincial Governor. How dare you stop me?"

But the guards who stopped him were not afraid at all and still stood there motionless.

Shen Chengwu frowned tightly and said seriously, "Let alone a mere third-rank official, even if the prime minister himself comes, we from the Dali Temple can still stop him! Besides..."

Having said this, Shen Chengwu suddenly stopped talking and did not continue.

Wang Haiquan, who was standing by, suddenly raised his head, stared at him with wide eyes, and shouted, "What else are you saying? Why don't you say anything?"