Wang Weishan put on a look of utter ignorance, his face full of astonishment as he asked, "Zhigao, get up first. Why are you on your knees? Tell your uncle whatever is troubling you, and I will make things right for you."
Liu Zhigao’s eyes were bloodshot, the hatred in his gaze completely unmasked. "Uncle Wang, my father has been murdered by Si Ren. That son of the Imperial Court, Si Ren. Ever since that thief called my father in for a meeting the night before last, he hasn't returned. At first, we thought it was just a routine meeting. But who would have thought that after the meeting ended, my father was locked up in solitary confinement without any reason at all? We didn't receive the news until this morning—they said he was beheaded in his cell. Uncle Wang, you must seek justice for my father."
Wang Weishan hurriedly stepped forward, helped Liu Zhigao to his feet, and offered words of comfort. "Don't panic yet. Things might not be as bad as you think. Although Si Ren is hot-headed, I don't think he would dare go this far. Old Liu has rendered great service to the country and the nation. The Imperial Court will absolutely never allow its own son to run amok like this. Besides, you've only heard rumors; you don't have definitive news that your father has been harmed. How about this, you wait here while I make some inquiries for you. If Old Liu has truly met with a mishap, we will figure something out then."
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