The Marquis's butler's voice trembled, and he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, "Second Young Master!"
Mr. Wei forced himself to endure the discomfort, squatted down and examined carefully. Broken stones around the severed hand were stained with dark red blood, and some small metal fragments were embedded in the flesh.
"It seems this is not an ordinary fire," Mr. Wei said solemnly.
The Marquis's butler raised his head sharply upon hearing this, "Are you saying... someone deliberately..."
Mr. Wei did not respond, his gaze was drawn to a glimmer deep in the ruins.
He carefully moved aside a few pieces of shattered tiles, revealing a corner of golden thread embroidered fabric— a pattern of a pheasant bird that only the wife of a high-ranking official could wear.
"Quick! Keep digging!" Mr. Wei felt his voice tightening.
The protectors worked frantically to clear the debris, quickly uncovering more horrifying discoveries.
