The word "suspect" made the already chilly night feel like it was frozen.
Lu Changchuan fell silent.
After a long time, he gently shook his head, "…No."
When the news of Fourth Uncle's untimely death returned to the Imperial City, during that period, not only the Lu family but the entire city seemed particularly gloomy.
Grandmother fainted, and when she was awake, she cried one session after another.
Grandfather's hair turned white overnight, his whole person aged significantly.
The entire Lu family was shrouded in a thick haze of grief.
Suspect?
The greatest suspects were naturally Fourth Uncle's three older brothers.
Who asked the Fourth Uncle to be the youngest yet the most capable?
Without him, any one of the three brothers could have become the head of the Lu family, the person in power at Yujing?
Yet even if they understood this clearly, no one dared to speak it out loud.
