There was once a maid and some guards who accidentally disturbed him in his drunken stupor, only to be killed by a single strike from his palm.
Gradually, no one dared to approach this area anymore.
Moreover, Shen Juefeng completely abandoned the business of the fourth house, shutting himself away indoors all day.
Who, then, would be willing to remain in this place with no future?
Over time, this area became the most desolate part of the Shen Family estate.
At this moment, Shen Hanyi sat alone by the window in a side room.
Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, glistening with a cool sheen under the moonlight.
Under the veil, the corners of her lips slightly curved upwards, clearly in a good mood, especially as her previously cold eyes now carried a gentle touch.
She gently caressed the window lattice with her fingertips, her gaze passing through the layers of the hall, looking far off in the direction of Jingxin Hall.
