The continuation of the family glory, or the cooling-off of the entire family, is a choice that could be made with one's toes.
Marquis Ancheng received those small boxes containing the so-called evidence, handing over to Lin Xiang an exquisite small-leaf red sandalwood box, and with an ashen face, watched him disappear into the darkness.
After he had left, Marquis Ancheng stumbled and nearly lost his balance, supporting himself on the doorframe and turning his head to glance at the glaring small box, feeling almost nauseous with the urge to vomit blood.
In the place where that small box now sat, there had been a long box filled with thousand-year-old ginseng before, and now it was replaced with this truncated Death Sentence.
Had he known it would end like this, he would have happily exchanged it when Lin Xiang, that Old Fox, brought out the ginseng. It wouldn't have been such a loss like now.
