Shen Yuan looked at Shen Qing's corpse indifferently. A moment later, he poked Shen Qing's fingertip with the tip of the needle and wrote a line of words using her blood on the stone wall of the cell. Then, he took out Shen Qing's belt and hung it up, putting Shen Qing's head in.
After everything was done, he stood up and picked up the basket that Shen Qing had placed on the ground. He looked at the figure swaying in the cell one last time.
"Sister, you won't die in vain. I will definitely avenge you," he said softly.
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This winter in the capital seemed to be really a gloomy season with shocking events happening one after another. Everyone knew about the massacre of Prince Yu's mansion. Although the people were secretly clapping their hands, they knew that the capital would now be in chaos. The only surviving new bride, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, was locked up. Everyone wanted to know the outcome if Shen Qing had confessed or revealed any detail about the massacre.
