The whole day was gloomy, and by the time night fell, thunder flashed and heavy rain poured.
The grand entrance of Su Mansion hung with white lanterns, wobbling unsteadily in the wind and the rain.
The carriage of Marquis Zhong Xin stopped. Qi Jun held up an umbrella, helping Xing Yusheng off the carriage.
The door of Su Mansion was open, but as they tried to enter, they were stopped by two government soldiers, "By the Emperor's decree, until the truth of Lord Ning's murder case is clear, no irrelevant people are allowed in!"
Xing Yusheng's face turned ashen, "What did you say? I'm an irrelevant person? Say that again?"
Qi Jun swiftly held back Xing Yusheng, urging him to calm down, and said to the two soldiers, "My Master is a close friend of Lord Ning and wants to handle his post-mortem affairs."
If Old Madame Xing hadn't found it hard to believe the news of Ning Jing's death and sent someone to fetch Xing Yusheng home, he would not have left Su Mansion at all.