In a luxurious manor decorated with gold and jewels, tables were being flipped and porcelain vases crashed to the ground. Parchments were thrown onto the ground, as ink spilled like blood.
"M-Master, please!" The servant dressed in brown begged on his two knees, with his palms touching the ground. He was folded over, with his forehead touching the hard floor.
"What do you mean they are dead?!" Marquis Qin roared. His furious voice traveled down the hallways, waking up everyone.
"T-the ship miraculously showed up at the harbor, b-but everyone on board had been drugged." The servant shivered at the horrific memory. The Qin guards were notified that a ship with the Marquis's sigil carved to the side of the boat was sighted near the harbor.
