Back to square one

If it weren't for the prominent black and white photo at the Mourning Hall, Wen Zhi would hardly believe her own eyes, the beautiful woman was already dead...

"Xiangying..."

"My daughter..."

"Shang Jizhou, I want you dead!"

During the sombre memorial service, a sudden dispute erupted, an elderly man, overwhelmed by emotion, suddenly lifted his cane and furiously struck Shang Jizhou with it.

Shang Jizhou did not dodge; he stood there and took the blow squarely.

The cane hit Shang Jizhou's forehead, not drawing blood, but visibly swelling at the temple.

"Grandfather, please calm down, I know you grieved over the loss of your daughter, but you can't place all the blame on Jizhou alone."

"Yes, Grandfather, Jizhou was out of town, and Xiangying passed away suddenly; what could Jizhou have done?"