A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
"What’s the matter?" Fan Xian knew something was up, or else Li Hongcheng wouldn’t be so tense. Regardless, he still forced a smile. "Did your grapevines not work out?"
On another note, despite already being old enough to marry, Li Hongcheng had yet to do so for unknown reasons.
"I don’t have time to joke around," Li Hongcheng said with a dark expression, "There had been a double murder yesterday in a manor just at the foot of the mountains. Both Wu Bo’an and the second son of the prime minister died."
Fan Xian went pale with shock. "What?"
Li Hongcheng said, "You heard me right. Your future brother-in-law is dead."