Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

Zhong Xingchu immediately glanced at the skeletons and his expression changed instantly.

Damn it, those people actually dug up his yard.

It's such a pity that all the flowers he planted were ruined!

He was heartbroken.

Those present, unaware that the murderer was still lamenting the flowers he had planted, stared wide-eyed in disbelief upon seeing the skeletons outside.

The scene before my eyes was simply—simply horrifying.

"lady!"

Lady Xuanwu immediately felt dizzy and collapsed.

Marquis Xuanwu grabbed her arm, and the couple looked into each other's eyes, both seeing fear and disbelief.

"Calm down," Xuanwu said softly to his wife.

Lady Xuanwu looked at her husband's eyes, nodded slightly, and a resolute look appeared in her eyes.

The couple turned their gaze back to the scene.

The officer who went to search said, "My lord, we dug up these bones in the garden of the residence of Zhong Xingchu, the heir of the Marquis of Xuanwu."

Our subordinates have examined the bodies and found that all the deceased were girls, the youngest being about four or five years old and the oldest being less than ten years old.

Furthermore, some of these remains have already decomposed into skeletons, some are decaying, and others were recently buried.

His face was pale, and with each word he spoke, the coldness in his tone deepened.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Buried in the garden?

They're using these bones as fertilizer.

Lady Xuanwu's face darkened again.

Two days ago, she went to Zhong Xingchu's yard to admire the flowers in his yard.

She had previously wondered why the flowers in her son's yard were blooming so beautifully, and even the weeds were growing faster and greener than those in other gardens in the villa.

Now, she thinks of her son cleverly picking flowers for her to please her, and how he even held them to his nose to smell them...

Thinking of this, Lady Xuanwu suddenly felt a wave of nausea and almost vomited on the spot. Fortunately, she clenched her mouth tightly and did not lose her composure.

The Dali Temple soldier who had previously claimed to have lost his daughter came out with trembling hands. He looked at his colleague and asked, "Old Ding, during your search, ... did you find a girl who was missing half of her right little finger? She was about seven or eight years old."

His lips trembled slightly as he stared intently at Lao Ding, his eyes filled with fear.

Old Ding's expression changed. He knew that his colleague's daughter was missing, and he had been trying to find her recently.

Moreover, there was indeed a girl whose right little finger was missing half a piece.

Upon seeing Old Ding's expression change, the soldier who had been asking the question instantly turned red in the eyes and headed towards the remains.

"Grab him."

Lord Feng gave an order.

Immediately, Lao Ding and the others stepped forward and stopped the soldier, saying, "Lao Liu, I understand your feelings, but these remains cannot be moved yet. They must be examined by the coroner first."

"Let me see it, Old Ding, just let me see it!"

Old Liu's eyes were bloodshot, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Old Ding looked at him and nodded heavily. "Okay, come with me."

Old Ding led him to one of the skeletons covered with a white sheet. Old Liu's hands trembled as he lifted the sheet, revealing the corpse inside.

His daughter was lost three months ago, but because she was buried in the ground and it is winter now, the remains in front of him have not completely decomposed, and you can still vaguely see some of her appearance when she was alive.

Without even checking if his right little finger was broken off, Old Liu recognized his daughter at a glance.

"Tao'er, my Tao'er..." Old Liu cried out in anguish.

Old Ding's face was grave.

Old Liu suddenly covered the corpse with a white sheet, turned around and knelt in the center of the courtroom, crying out in anguish, "Your Honor, please seek justice for these dead children!"

He didn't look at Zhong Xingchu once from beginning to end, and his throat felt like it was filled with molten iron when he uttered just a few words.

Lord Feng's expression was solemn, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Just then, the old Marquis Xuanwu stood up expressionlessly, strode up to Zhong Xingchu, and without saying a word, raised his foot and kicked Zhong Xingchu in the left shoulder.

Zhong Xingchu suddenly let out a miserable scream as he was kicked three meters away.

It's clear how vicious the old Marquis Xuanwu's kick was.

"Ah!" Lady Xuanwu let out a short, soft cry, then lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Everyone watched with trepidation. He truly lived up to his reputation as a veteran who had served the late emperor; at his age, his physical strength was still so remarkable.

Marquis Xuanwu Zhong Kang stared intently at the skeletons outside, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

In his memory, his son was just a spoiled and playful good-for-nothing by nature, so how could he be such a cruel person?

Although the Zhong family only had one son, they did not spoil him.

From a young age, his family hired renowned teachers to instruct him in various martial arts and the six arts of the children.

Whether it's windy and rainy, or freezing cold and scorching heat, they never take a day off.

Even his wife, who doted on her son the most, never relaxed her efforts regarding his studies.

However, this child has been cunning and sly since he was a child, and it took him and his grandfather a lot of effort to raise him to his current level.

While I wouldn't say I'm a martial arts master, I do have some basic fighting skills. And while I wouldn't say I'm extremely learned, I'm not so badly blundering as to make a fool of myself.

They put in a lot of effort, used all their persuasive skills, and exhausted all their energy on him...

From initially having high hopes to gradually giving up, he just wanted to be an ordinary heir and prevent the Xuanwu Marquis's mansion from declining in the future.

So much so that later they even considered handing over the reins of the household to his wife after he got married...

As for my son, as long as he can breathe and doesn't cause trouble, that's fine.

But little did they expect...

This child is born evil. The Zhong family are all loyal, brave and upright people. Why would they give birth to such a beastly son?

Marquis Xuanwu felt as if he were immersed in a cold pool in the twelfth lunar month, and his mind was somewhat numb.

Zhong Xingchu's shoulder was broken by the kick from the old Marquis of Xuanwu, and his arm hung limply at his side.

Zhong Xingchu's vision blurred from the pain. Only when the pain subsided did he have the strength to lift his head and look at the old Marquis Xuanwu.

"Grandfather, I don't acknowledge any of these children. None of them were done by me."

"You don't acknowledge it?" The old Marquis Xuanwu looked at him.

"Who can prove that these corpses are related to me? It can't be that I buried them in my yard, right? Maybe some blind servant did it and framed me."

Aside from the initial panic in his eyes, he was now remarkably calm, even somewhat disdainful.

He curled his lip; he simply couldn't believe that his grandfather would take the life of his only grandson over the corpses of these lowly children.

A hint of smugness flashed in his eyes. When he instructed his men to select the children, he always targeted those without any background, so that there would be less chance of trouble.

Now, even if those corpses are laid out outside, he is not afraid.

The old Marquis Xuanwu stared into his grandson's eyes, but he saw not a trace of regret. In fact, he saw smugness, defiance, and contempt for the corpses.

Such disregard for life, such utter inhumanity, even the seasoned veteran of the Xuanwu Marquis felt a chill run down his spine from this grandson at this moment.

How could he have such a grandson?