"Brother Xiaoran, don't be sad. In my opinion, this is a calamity that Madam can't escape. Back then, your mother died because of her. Now, she died because of you and me. This might be God's arrangement."
"We took revenge for your mother."
Qiao An's consolation made Huo Xiaoran feel much more at ease.
"It's indeed a cycle of karma. It seems that one can't have evil thoughts. Otherwise, retribution will come to them sooner or later."
Qiao An said, "Brother Xiaoran, they've given you the problem. How are you going to tell the Old Master about Madam's death?"
Huo Xiaoran said, "Let's take it one step at a time."
After Huo Xiaoran and Qiao An paid respects to Madam's body, they returned to the hall. Huo Xiaoran looked at the room full of filial sons and grandsons. At this moment, they all hung their heads, looking melancholic and disheveled. They seemed to have lost their backbone and were at a loss.
Huo Xiaoran sneered.
