After Squire Song was revived, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the atmosphere at home had turned peculiar. I remember the family being harmonious before my “death.” I was dead for less than an hour, and there’s already a subtle air of hostility among my children?

Especially my youngest daughter. She’s kneeling on the floor and bawling with her hands covering her face. Is she mourning my death? How filial.

It’s a pity I would never allow her to marry that Zhou brat, no matter what. After all, they’re siblings by blood.

Squire Song decided to set aside his family issues for the time being. The most important thing right now is to deal with the matter of the painting.

His appearance was ghastly, his face and clothes stained with blood. This was the result of his bodily functions failing and causing him to cough...