"Th-this…"
Xie Anbai whirled around in shock, his bloodstained palm trembling slightly.
Ye Chutang's brow furrowed slightly.
'How could this be?'
Xie Anjun also saw the scene and immediately rushed over, furious. "What on earth are you doing?! Father is already gone! Are you going to deny him peace even on his final journey?!"
Reaching the bedside, perhaps wary of Shen Yanchuan, Xie Anjun stopped just short. He took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and asked in a low voice, "Second Miss Ye insisted on taking a look. Now—have you found any problems!?"
Xie Anbai opened his mouth, his mind a complete blank. He only snapped back to his senses belatedly upon hearing the question, waiting for Ye Chutang's answer.
After a moment of silence, Ye Chutang said:
"The Marquis likely died of a sudden heart attack."
"A heart attack?"
Shen Yanchuan's sharp eyes narrowed.
