The Song-Cao Clan listened, stunned for a while, and finally let out a helpless sigh:
"You... ah, what a cruel heart you have."
Song Bangyan smiled, gently comforted his wife with a few words, and then called for a maid to take her back to her room to rest.
In the vast main hall, only Song Bangyan was left.
The warmth on his face gradually faded as he slowly walked to the window and gazed out at the mist over the artificial lake, his eyes distant.
After a moment, he lightly snapped his fingers.
In the corner of the room, a previously unnoticeable shadow suddenly began to squirm like a living creature, quickly coalescing into a vague, pitch-black humanoid figure.
The shadowy figure silently knelt behind Song Bangyan. It had no facial features, appearing only as a silhouette formed from the absence of light, exuding a cold and eerie aura.
Without turning around, Song Bangyan continued to look outside, his voice calm and emotionless:
"What have you found?"
