The heavy rain hit the blue tiles of Anyuanhou Mansion, splashing a mist of mist.
In the mourning hall, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the sad or hypocritical faces.
Wei Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes in this darkness.
A severe headache pierced into my mind like a steel needle, and unfamiliar memories rushed in crazily along with a strong scent of sandalwood.
His name is Wei Zhuang, the top criminal investigation expert in modern times. In the last anti-drug operation, in order to protect his teammates, he died together with the drug lord.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a different person.
A man also named Wei Zhuang, the illegitimate son of the Anyuan Hou family who had been living abroad for many years.
A person of low status who can be bullied by everyone.
And in the dark coffin in front of him, lying in the dark coffin was the current Marquis Anyuan who he had never met but whom he called his father by blood.
Before his thoughts could be sorted out, a shrill cry suddenly rang in his ears.
"Master Hou! You died so miserably!"
A woman in plain clothes with disheveled hair fell down in front of the coffin, crying so hard that she was the second wife of the Hou family, Mrs. Liu.
She suddenly raised her tearful eyes, her hateful gaze fixed on Wei Zhuang.
