"Let her in."
A beautiful young woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six entered from outside, her features showing traces of the mischievous spirit she once had.
This woman was none other than Song Pan'er.
Song Pan'er, her eyes brimming with tears, stepped in and said, "Cousin, Mother is dead! Wang Jie is also dead!"
Wang Jie was Song Pan'er's husband, a fabric merchant in Chang'an City. After all, a Prison Chief was merely a minor official, so his family status couldn't have been too prominent.
"Sit down first, we'll talk after that. Where's Uncle?" Song Lin frowned, sensing an air of conspiracy.
"Father has been thrown into the Heavenly Prison by officials from the Ministry of Justice, accused of corruption."
The Wang Family contracted a mysterious illness, which manifested as a blood-red human face growing on the back of the afflicted. The face's image would continually enlarge, protrude, and become more lifelike.
